Who Cares Wins

So I awake to find a barcode on my bottom.  Stumbling still half asleep to the ensuite, I discover a sticky label on my right cheek. I pull ...

The tribute I wrote and read at my father's funeral in April. Some of which includes references to memories in earlier blogs. I shall co...

He's petrifying my Pa - before our very eyes. He's becoming a fosssil, a fossil that leaks! It's so sad because as he has petrif...

Warning. Don’t read this if you are about to eat or have a delicate constitution. Dementia is shit. I mean sometimes it is simply that, ...

Some of you may have read this before as I wrote it for United Against Dementia Week When I was little my Dad used to sing to me "...

I say I say I say. My dad has dementia. It is not funny.  He is though. When he came downstairs one morning with just one sock on and was as...

Who Cares Wins. The first of my blogs.  We have to care. If we don't what's the point of getting out of bed in the morning? I ha...