Mar 4, 2014
“Basil!” Anyone of a certain age will remember Sybil Fawlty’s voice imperiously summoning her gaff-prone hotelier husband in the ’70s sitcom, Fawlty Towers. Prunella Scales seemed to inhabit the role of Sybil: organised, efficient, bossy. She had to be with...
Feb 25, 2014
To Wengen, Switzerland, where CH and Emily skied and I walked in glittering snow among conifers laden with icy white blossom. The views – of the Eiger, the Jungfrau and the Männlichen – were stunning and the air was nectar after the fumes of SW17. As so often after a...
Feb 14, 2014
Recently a confluence of events has started me thinking. Always dangerous but on this occasion, positive. First up was some great news involving my daughter Emily. Modesty, and the threat of being disowned as her mother, prevent me elucidating further; suffice to...
Feb 6, 2014
As a journalist I’m wary of word counts and in the past I have been known to refer to “dementia sufferers” rather than “people living with dementia” because two words are always better than four in the world of the hack. Now my use of language is being challenged. ...
Feb 3, 2014
As I’ve become more and more interested in the way those living with dementia are treated by both health care systems and society I’ve realised that, given we don’t yet have a cure, the best way forward is to encourage and enable everyone who has the...
Jan 16, 2014
So, here I am. Finally. Writing my blog. I suppose it was inevitable really, given that I love writing and it’s what I’ve done, in various guises, throughout my career. I can also be pretty determined (others call it bolshie) when I put my mind to it. And I...
