Alcoholic Daze

I had to pop into Central London this morning for a hospital test booked weeks ago. I sure know how to pick my days. It would be the morning...

You might have noticed I've been a bit quiet of late. And then again, maybe you haven't. I've been busy. Very busy. And a bit st...

Last Thursday saw Kay and me carrying out my mother's wishes. She and my father were in love all their married life and joined at the hi...

The days of January are flying by. We're almost one twelfth of the way through 2018 already. I've had little time to stand still and...

Today is a special anniversary of major proportions. We moved into this house 30 years ago. That's almost half my lifetime spent in the ...

I recently read an article somewhere that one cause of stress can be to have emails clogging up your inbox. Now whilst I cannot honestly say...

Well, it's a new year, a new number to get used to when writing the date or a cheque. 2018. It seems like only yesterday we were welcomi...

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. So goes the song . Usually in the Alcoholic Daze household, it's looking pretty festive...

Who knew that organising a funeral could be so exhausting? Well, I did it seven years ago for my husband, but this one for my mother has see...

16 August 1923 - 22 November 2017   Almost 67 years to the day (less a week) since we were first introduced to each other, we have ...

You've probably missed me over the last few weeks (and then again, probably not). I have neither posted nor managed to read your blogs. ...

I've been saying it enough times to people over the last few months but now a professional has told me the same. It somehow has more gra...

Mum is STILL in hospital , just completing her fifth week and commencing her sixth. She exists in a nightmare world - half true and half ma...

Mum is in her fourth week in hospital. Every day I make the exhausting journey there and back to provide some sort of familiarity. Little d...

My mother has got worse. A week ago, I went in - as I do every day - to prepare her lunch and found her floppy, confused, shaking like a lea...

I am tired. The sort of tired that, when you open your eyes first thing in the morning, you would happily close them again for a few more ho...

Bags bursting with contents lie strewn across my hallway. A full-length mirror is propped precariously up against the hall wall. A pile of f...

Following on from my last post on Passchendaele, I thought it only fair to mention that my paternal grandfather was on the other side in the...

I remember my maternal grandfather very well. My parents and I lived in the upper storey of my grandparents' house until I was eight and...

Mum is in immense pain. The driving-you-demented kind of pain. Think of a pain and multiply it by one hundred. THAT kind of pain and I am te...