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Investment into our futures

29 Nov

I’ve been knitting every day this month.. I’ve made a few things, but that isn’t really the point. The purpose of the knitting is two-fold – I find it meditative, it calms me, it slows me down and allows me to just relax. When my hands are busy making stitches, my mind is happier.

But secondly, I took this on as a fundraising challenge to try to raise a bit of money towards research into Alzheimers. I probably don’t need to tell you how much this research is needed, and how much it would mean to me if you could help boost my total raised. I’d love to reach £500 in total.

This picture of Mum means so much to me. It was taken in April 2021, the day after she had been diagnosed with mixed dementia – Alzheimers and vascular dementia. She just looks so lost, as though she has been unmoored. And perhaps that was how she felt… we tried to reassure her that we would keep her safe, that she was still the same Mum to us… but in our hearts we all knew that things would change.

And change they have. Mum has not been able to live independently at home since July last year, when she moved to a care home. She is still so very much Mum, but at the same time there is so much of her that is no longer there, that she has no access to …

I know this is a tough time of year, that this year more than ever we are struggling to find the pennies. But if you have a couple of pounds spare, please consider making a donation. Or I could call it an investment, in all our futures.

To make a donation to this fund, please click here: https://www.facebook.com/donate/594510279025946/

Thank you. And if you cannot access this donation page for any reason, please do get in touch and we can find another way for you to support this valuable research.

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Trust your mother

14 Sep

You should always trust your mother; she knows best.

I know this to be true. It’s always been thus.

So why did I ignore her advice a couple of weeks ago?

We had gone home for a day at the end of August – it was a couple of days after my birthday, and I always want to see my parents around then. As a bonus it was the Gatehouse Flower Show. We used to enter flowers, and plants, and vegetables, and preserves and homebaking, and in the old kitchen at 29 Fleet Street we had a large display of winners tickets pinned to the wooden beam, proof of our successes. I haven’t even attended the Flower Show for too many years, most recently because working at Edinburgh summer Festivals meant I didn’t have the time off, and before that I was living in London and had too much of a London-head on me to make the effort. Shame on me!

And this year although we were attending, we didn’t enter anything. As Mum says, “That means we can confidently go around and say, Oh I could have won a prize in that category, without the contrary evidence of the judges’ decisions”.

I’m confident I would have won a prize in the wholemeal bread category (there were only 2 entries) and also the cheese scone category (my scones are exceptionally good). But I’m not allowed to enter all the categories – only people living locally are allowed to enter most categories, except for some random things like lemon curd (which I’m quite good at) and three hen’s eggs.  Or it might be three hens’ eggs, who knows? And I suspect the judges would never know either.

Anyway, while I was home I was telling Mum about the great apple harvest we were looking forward to this year. Mum bought me two apple trees three years ago: a Galloway Pippin and a Cambusnethan Pippin. The first year they didn’t really fruit, of course. Last year we had a couple off each tree. And this year we have an enormous harvest – the poor wee trees are quite laden down with the weight of the crop.

And here comes the advice bit.

Mum recommended I pick some of the fruit off the heaviest branches straight away, or the branches may break with the weight of fruit.

I didn’t.

The next day a wind whipped up, after weeks of relatively balmy and calm weather. The inevitable happened and the wind ripped a branch from the tree. A branch with over 30 apples on it.

We now have many jars of apple chutney, and there will be cinnamon apple jelly by the end of the weekend. They are also deliciously good with a chunk of mature cheddar.

Recipes and pictures will follow.

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