23 May 2013 by Chris Boughton
Just one assignment to hand in and the second year of my BA in English and History will be finished; well that is as long as I pass everything and do not get any referrals. I have passed everything up until now so hopefully all will be ok
21 May 2013 by Meg Pinfield
Our home care agency never knew whether they should send two carers to help Ivan get up, washed and dressed, or just one. It messed up their rota. So it was decided that he would need to be cared for in a nursing home setting because of this variability.
14 May 2013 by Chris Boughton
My grandson is four years old next month, he starts full time primary school in September and he is more than ready for this next important stage in his young life.
09 May 2013 by Briony Cooke
The village shop used to sell basic needs for self-caterers; tinned veg, bin-bags and faded copies of Bunty on the news stand outside.
07 May 2013 by Chris Boughton
The two and half hour flight is also too stressful and tiring for me to endure. It may sound like I am complaining that I cannot go to Florence but I am not.
18 Apr 2013 by Chris Boughton
Thursday was a fairly good day for me as life with Parkinson’s (PD) goes; I took the dog for a haircut, had my haircut too and my beard removed. My college was still on Easter holiday but I called into their library and did some reading for my dissertation.
05 Apr 2013 by Briony Cooke
The chance of putting drops in the wrong orifice was high and I frequently misfired when shaky and in the ‘off’ state. Fortunately, my husband often came to the rescue.
28 Mar 2013 by Chris Boughton
For me personally the cold weather is particularly troublesome, as my body does not respond well to low temperatures and my balance cannot cope with icy paths and roads.
25 Mar 2013 by Meg Pinfield
We have a tussle about that wretched mat every time I leave him alone in the room. Before I go, I make sure the mat is in place and connected.
19 Mar 2013 by Chris Boughton
I have just returned from a long weekend away with my wife, my sons, their partners and my grandson. The seven of us spent four days together at a holiday centre, staying in a lodge, in a pine forest. The last time I holidayed with both my sons was twenty one years ago in Florida when they were 9 and 17 years old.