An Only Child and an Elderly Mother

An Only Child and an Elderly Mother

I have started this post many, many times. It’s not just the fibro fog making the words difficult to find, it’s that actually committing my thoughts and fears to the page forces me to accept that they are real, tangible and inescapable. But I’m a...
Merry Christmas, Mum

Merry Christmas, Mum

Even before I left, I knew doing the Christmas shopping with my mum wasn’t a good idea. I was proven right. First, we went to Lidl. “What’s that?” “A jigsaw.” “Oh. That’s nice. What’s that?” “A calligraphy set.” “….” “A fancy pen.” “Oh. What’s that? That’s lovely,...
Arthur Miller’s Turning In His Grave

Arthur Miller’s Turning In His Grave

[tweetmeme source=”nettiewriter” http://www.URL.com] Another Tuesday, another tesco day with mum. Mum: Are you getting anything in Tesco today? Me: Yes, a few things. I need tea, bread, rolls…and if Claire had her way I’d be bringing home a...
Ossama is Dead

Ossama is Dead

I came home to a phone message from my mum. “Hello, it’s me. Mum. Just phoning you to let you know Ossama Bin Laden is dead, but everything is alright here.” The world will breathe easier for that, Mum. The social media...

I have a sore bone.

[tweetmeme source=”nettiewriter” http://www.URL.com] Me: How are you? Mum: I’ve got a sore bone. Me: Sore bone? Mum: Yes, at my hip. Me: So you have a sore hip? Mum: No. It’s below my hip. Me: Your leg? Mum: Yes, the top of my leg. Me:So you...

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