Yorkshire Tales (Addendum)

I now know when we came to Yorkshire with my brother in 2005 (see Yorkshire Tales). A shameful memory came to mind this morning and Google helped me to work out the exact date. We set off for our week away on Sunday 21 August. The shameful reason I know that is that we set off the day after our friend James’s 30th birthday party. For those who are interested, the Ashes Test that we watched during that week was the fourth Test at Trent Bridge (which England won). Continue reading “Yorkshire Tales (Addendum)”

Advertisements

Yorkshire Tales

My brother Graeme’s brain tumour journey started with a bang (or, rather, a fall) on 21 January 2005 and ended peacefully on 27 October 2006. As that devastating anniversary nears, I run through once again what was going on at this time eleven years ago. The last six weeks of his life were particularly excruciating and heartbreaking to witness.

His quality of life Continue reading “Yorkshire Tales”

Pushing Boundaries

Graham and I last went away as a couple in late November 2014. We went to the Raby Hunt restaurant and stayed over in one of the two rooms. It was my surprise present to Graham for his 30th birthday. The tasting menu and drinks were mouthwateringly good. Last year, we hoped to break our two-year duck Continue reading “Pushing Boundaries”

The Mane* [Wo]Man

I know you all, or at least some of you, like to be updated on the state of my hair. What a state it’s been in (or not been in) for most of 2017 having begun the year losing vast amounts of hair (just after I started radiotherapy). Having lost most of my hair, it had grown back sufficiently (and curly!) for me to seek help as how best to cover my scar and remaining bald patches. Therefore, yesterday I went to the hairdressers for the first time since July/August last year. Continue reading “The Mane* [Wo]Man”

[Non]Sense and Sensitivities

Part One – Dark Clouds with a Silver Lining

Guardiola Talk

A couple of weeks ago, I was frustrated at angry at myself as I didn’t feel like I’d made the most of things with the kids having spent almost all of the afternoon and evening asleep. I often feel like that when fatigue overtakes me (as it frequently does) but on this occasion it made me a bit downhearted. I told Graham that I worry that I’m not doing more with the kids and I’m afraid that their earliest memories will be scarred with illness and grief. Graham reassured me that every moment I spend with them is precious, I’m still a big part of their lives and they love and enjoy spending time with me. Continue reading “[Non]Sense and Sensitivities”