Silence Isn’t Always Golden

Aside from a sporadic sob emanating from daughter Rachel in the front passenger seat of my car, yesterday’s 20 minute journey from my mother’s care home to Rach’s east Leeds residence was undertaken in near silence. Two hours in the company of our moribund family matriarch, who’s now barely able to communicate verbally, appearing to…

Thoughts From The Care Home

As I begin this chronicle I’ve just returned into my mothers care home room after vacating it while nurses undertook the matriarch’s personal care. While standing out in the corridor, adjacent to Maggie’s chamber, Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s emotive hymn Pie Jesu played out from a neighbouring resident’s room. The refrain’s celestial nature, incorporating prayers to a…

Settling In

My mum seems to’ve settled nicely into the care home she moved into late on Friday. Her transition from the hospital to what’ll be her final residence not going as smoothly as the family would’ve liked, but she finally got admitted at around 7.20pm. As the Better Late Than Never Society are fond of reminding…

I Spy

“I spy with my little eye; something beginning with B.” A challenge presented by my mum from her hospital bed to her grandson (my adult son Jonny) two evenings ago. Despite being on an end of life pathway following the discovery of multiple brain tumours, grandma using an impromptu game of ‘I Spy’ to display…

Still Centre Stage

Around midday yesterday the opening verse of Jimmy Osmond’s 1972 hit ‘Long Haired Lover From Liverpool’ rang out in a West Yorkshire hospital ward for elderly ladies. Although memory didn’t afford its performers with full lyric recollection any voids were filled with chirpy and reasonably melodic “La, la, la.” substitutes. What the room’s other five…

House of Straw

Circumstances of recent days have dictated I’ve had neither the time or inclination to pen a blog of late; and with far greater events requiring my attention, if truth be told, that lack of inclination still lingers large. In fact, the only reason I’ve chosen to chronicle current life events is as a distraction from…

The Great Tape Dispenser Enigma

While composing today’s observations staring back at me from the corner of my office desk is an adhesive tape dispenser. This red plastic Sellotape holder, which lays adjacent to a desk tidy containing pens, a pencil sharpener and a USB storage device, mysteriously minus one of its scarlet coloured sides. Footnote – Other brands of…

Ode To The Crows

Wednesday morning, while drawing open a set of bedroom curtains, I noticed three crows perched on the fence panel between mine and a neighbours garden. Although if truth be told, as my ornithology knowledge contains glaring voids they could’ve just as easily been ravens. Anyhow, witnessing this trinity of black avians chirping amongst themselves upon…

Change of Habits

Keen to avoid depressing analysis of my footballing amours Leeds United’s (LUFC) insipid start to the season, in the last couple of days BBC Radio 2’s breakfast show has been GJ Strachan’s reveille listen of choice instead of my usual morning listen of talkSport. Presenter Zoe Ball’s affable brand of chat and hit music from…