Impatience

I’ve just eaten a fish and chip lunch procured from the splendid chippy in East Ardsley village. Although frowned upon by my cardiologist, it’s an occasional treat I afford myself every now and again. The white fish, enveloped in a flavoursome crispy battered coat and fluffy potato chips a life affirming luncheon combo. My mum…

Uh-Oh!!

Tomorrow (Friday) my brother Ian is scheduled to arrive in Wakefield, affording me two days/nights respite from caring for our mother Maggie. The matriarch living under a stark landscape poisoned by living with vascular dementia, along with post-stroke physical impairment. With this in mind, it was with some trepidation I awoke this morning to find…