Our time in Creech St Michael
(This is the continuation of our autobiography) See part 1 of our autobiography We lived in Creech St Michael between
Young and old
Over the years I have had carers as young as 17 and some into their 60s. You would have thought
Home is where the heart is (Update)
We all know the expression, “Home is where the heart is.” It expresses the idea that home is not a
We want one with a bigger bottom next time
“We want one with a bigger bottom next time.” As I said it, I realised it could be taken the
Fair weather
A year ago, Mary was in Sheffield, I was in Popham Court Nursing home on respite. The weather was scorching
Memory
(Not about health) When you spend a lot of time in bed, you get a lot of thinking time. My
Holding on (Poetry)
(A poem by Mary Nevin) (Read the words with a hard northern ‘a’) Weighted down by leaden thoughts, Things to
Slip, slide or stick
Last week I was taking bets on whether I would sink or swim at Wellington swimming pool. Today I was
Spring Hope (Poetry)
(A poem by Mary Nevin) A life brutally stripped, Pruned jagged and raw. Blasted by winter winds, Drenched by freezing
A busy day
“It’s only a dribble.” Said one of my carers returning from the kitchen. “What is?” I was curious. “The tap.”
Consequences
Didn’t there used to be a game called consequences? Not sure I ever played it, I’m not really into board
I’m singing in the rain
“Oh no, I’ve given you another excuse to sing.” This said by one of my carers, after she inadvertently mentioned
Climb every mountain
“It’s a very steep hill.” Mary is very fit and yet finds the climb to Cleve Spa hard going, especially
Lovely day
As I sit in the conservatory at Cleve Spa Coffee shop, the tune playing in the main area is “Lovely
Me and my big mouth
I think you could say I am direct, blunt, in your face, a ‘say it as it is’ type of
Sink or swim
I am taking bets now, ready for Friday. Will I sink or swim? If you have read my blogs then
Strangers on a train
“I just wish I could be spontaneous.” This was said by another wheelchair user on the train to Dawlish on
A fragrant offering
For Father’s Day, no don’t panic, it isn’t until 16th June. Mary is planning on buying me some aftershave. No,
Science fiction or fact
“Pass me the proton gun”. That’s what I felt like saying after I heard that one of my tablets is
Cutting through the red tape
(This is based on my experience, written as a personal guide, not an instruction manual.) I’ve realised that for many
