May 12, 2017
It’s only fair to say that when I heard that a man had slept next to his dead wife’s body for six days I felt a bit squeamish. But earlier this week – Dying Awareness Week as it happens – I heard a wonderful piece of radio that challenged my reaction and made me...
May 4, 2017
Over the past few months London has played host to a clutch of plays about old age, death and dementia. Not the jolliest of topics, but as they are precisely what I write about, I went to see each one. They were all very good. What really intrigued me, however, was...
Apr 3, 2017
At the end of a small cul-de-sac in the charming town of Topsham, Devon sit three modest bungalows. Only their location – each has stunning views over the estuary – hints at the magic within. For together they form The Mede, a holiday home-cum-day club for people...
Mar 4, 2017
Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby, kiss me Written by Bart Howard, 1954 Matthew Seager’s debut play IN OTHER WORDS distils dementia – what it is to...
Feb 22, 2017
My mum, who had dementia, lived the last seven years of her life in two nursing homes. The first was carefully chosen by dad, vetted by us three children and considered the most loving environment of those on offer. As many people do, we found ourselves chasing a...
Feb 2, 2017
As some of you may know I’ve just had my first novel published; I’d like to thank everyone who has said kind words about it and generally supported me in all kinds of ways. Publicising Invisible Ink, writing and talking about it, I’ve come to it afresh and gathered...
