It’s that time of year again when I can look back at what I said at the start of last year, see how I faired with the resolutions I made way back then, and have a think about what I’m going to try to do this year.  Last year’s post is here.  I know I was supposed to come up with more than the one resolution last year, but never ended up putting anything down. So that’s the only one I can look at. Read more…

I turned 25 in November.  I’m getting old.  Just before my birthday Miss D, Mr P, Miss C and I went out for a meal.  It wasn’t related, just an evening out with friends, but we did talk about it a bit.  Last year I removed my birthday from Facebook to see who would remember, without being reminded, that it was my birthday.  Very few people did.  I think I sometimes go out of my way to make myself miserable – this seems to be a good example. Read more…

Following my Grandma’s death there were things to be sorted out.  My mum spent the couple of days immediately following my Grandma’s death staying at her flat sorting out the will and funeral arrangements.  There is, apparently, quite a bit of running around to do.  The funeral happened a couple of weeks later.

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I think the last time I did a proper update was in September after my visit to see my Grandma in hospital, so I’ll start off there.  Please excuse me if I repeat anything I said in that post – I’ve no read it recently.

At the time she was in a ward Middlesbrough.  The ward wasn’t the best place for her – there was nothing to do, she was getting bored.  Although she was ill she was still basically mentally fit when prompted.  Yes, she couldn’t always remember things very clearly, but she was a very clever woman and when we visited as a family and talked to her about things she enjoyed (we did the crossword together, for example), she was fine.  On that visit we found some photos from her first wedding in the cupboard and my mum took those with her on the next visit to show her, and she remembered quite a bit about it, although couldn’t remember where abouts in Leeds the photos had been taken.  So my mum kept on at the hospital to get her moved somewhere nicer, somewhere nearer home, to the hospital I was born in, the little town hospital in Guisborough. Read more…

It seems every time I’ve written here recently I’ve started by saying “it’s been too long”.  But each time it has.  This time longer than the others I think. The problem is I leave it for a while and then each time I think about it I get intimidated by how much I’ve got to write about just because I’ve not written for so long.  Anyhow, I intend to catch up right now – I’m on the train home for Christmas and history shows I write well on the train.

So prepare yourself for the next few entries.  They will take you through October, November and December up to date.