my mother and I…
…have fallen into quite a comfortable morning routine. She wakes up early to take her first pills of the day. She can’t have anything containing calcium with them so a cup of tea is out for her. I make her a cup of hot water with honey in and myself a pot of tea. I more »
when my father died…
…over twenty-five years ago now, my mother got through her evenings by taking up crocheting. A neighbour, also a recent widow, would come round and they would sit, the neighbour showing Mum how to work wool in to colourful blankets. Mostly I would just sit and watch them or watch television. I was eleven. I more »
sitting…
…at my mother’s watching her look rather small wrapped in her quilt. I’m doing a lot of sitting just now. The world seems to be conspiring to make me. Usually it would be my own health that would insist I sit still, now it’s someone else’s. Rather odd and new. My world seems to be more »
resting…
…a lot over the last couple of days. It’s done me good. It’s been a lot of weeks since I’ve had two full days just at home. A fair bit of time in bed. Reading and being distracted by my laptop. I’m okay and ready again for what the world has waiting for me. Some more »

