Author Archives: thepogblog
Spreading wooly smiles
Around Christmas time I heard an appeal from the RSPCA on the radio for people to make blankets for cold furballs. I can’t stand the thought of a cold furball, so I got crocheting and made this one: We have … Continue reading
No aliens to see here
Once upon a time (around a decade ago), many miles away (Bumpkinsville), my brain used to do a weird thing on quite a regular basis. At least, I think it’s weird; I guess other people’s brain might do the same … Continue reading
Retaining information
Someone in Mum’s dementia unit can read and retain information. Dont get me wrong, this is great. For them. Less so for people like me. Because, to keep people safe in a home such as Mum’s there are key pads … Continue reading
Cracking on with Tuesdays
This Tuesday I joined Mum for breakfast as there seemed rather a lot to get done and I’ve discovered it is possible to fit more into the day if you simply get up earlier and crack on. However, the level … Continue reading
Musical Bingo, anyone?
Now Mum has moved to the dementia unit at the care home, visiting has become a bit more of a gamble. There’s a lot more activities for Mum to take part in and the team have no qualms with ‘encouraging’ … Continue reading
It was a 5 minute job
We all have those five minute jobs that grow legs occasionally, don’t we? I had one yesterday. All I had to do was call the local log man to request a delivery of logs. And it turned out he had … Continue reading
Finding Brave
I think sometimes we all need a bit more brave, don’t we? My niece struggles to find her brave sometimes, but luckily it was brought to the attention Dave the Brave – the dragon in charge of all or our … Continue reading
Introducing…Beryl
Beryl lives up our road. Beryl is all sorts of amazing. She walks her dog – at a fair pace – every day, whatever the weather, sometimes with her friend Derrick and his dog who both live a few doors … Continue reading
A tale of numbers that made me angry
Numbers are not my friends. They never have been. They move around when I try to write them down or remember them, and if there are too many to deal with I swear they pretty much run around in my … Continue reading
The nose clip Tuesday
Dear people in my computer, On the surface, my Tuesdays might look quite same-y. I negotiate the M23 and M25, experience the joys of Tesco, every four weeks or so I add a trip to pick up a small pharmacy … Continue reading