False prophets and fake promises.

False prophets and fake promises.

Something very odd started happening here a few weeks ago. Every morning around 8:00, carers arrive and report for duty. They tend to walk in with the self-assurance of someone who has won the lotto and is here to collect. They walk confidently to reception and...
Love me tender.

Love me tender.

There are people whose journeys with us affect us more than others. Every person shapes us differently, whether it is their journey to recovery or their final journey. The bond between carers and patients is so intimate, like a sacred thread woven through compassion...
Moons, myths and Marmite.

Moons, myths and Marmite.

On Monday morning, 8 September, just before dawn, I quietly sneaked out of my house. I briskly walked out into the street where I met with a mysterious prophet. She waited for me in the shadows on this misty Spring morning. My head torch illuminated her brown features...
Ice creams and mixed masala.

Ice creams and mixed masala.

Yesterday I had a video call with two close friends living in the US. It was lunch time for me and early morning for them. Both were in bed with their little girl, McKayla, squeezed in between them. I’ve not seen them in 3D for over a year, but we chat often (despite...