I’ve not blogged in an age, mostly because I’ve struggled to find anything positive to say. Anyone who has read this blog before will know that I don’t require myself to be positive (in fact I think society is obsessed with doing everything in it’s power to portray wonderful joy and happiness, especially on social … More Stitches of hope #JusticeforLB
It’s 581 days since my Dad died and I can honestly say there is rarely a day that passes where I don’t have a fleeting thought of gratitude for Rowcroft Hospice, our local hospice who supported our family in Dad’s last year of life, especially in the weeks up to his death. I often think … More A good death, a bad death. It matters.
I am completely and utterly certain that my Dad would not have lived as long as he has without the support of 44 amazing people. In the last six months Dad has had 4 emergency admissions to hospital, 1 admission to the hospice and several blood transfusions. Dad has been given 44 units of blood. … More 44 Thank Yous #100k100days
Four years ago today I was in Virginia, USA. I was on holiday in the States on my own, staying with one of my closest friends and her kids. In the days running up to the election the energy, momentum, hope and excitement were palpable. You could feel it, get drawn into it, in fact … More The momentum of hope