These lace bobbins came down through my family, but I don't know whose they were or where they came from. There are names and dates. Some are beautifully carved. I don't think I'll ever know. Half understood I know that lights switch on and off, that brushes sweep, that water mostly comes from taps. I know a bit about the whys and hows. I know the surfaces, the functions: computers and the washing machine, the pencils and the paper. Now here’s the edge of understanding, the challenge to...

I have a new agent who's representing me for the book I'm writing, about the last few years. I'm excited, happy, daunted, hopeful, and a bit scared. I'm baffled that so much is happening. I'm just about everything. Especially, I'm writing. You may have seen the article by Anne Karpf in the Guardian recently. It led to my new agent contacting me. If you haven't seen the article yet, it's at https://www.theguardian.com/society/2026/jun/09/dementia-rebels-diagnosed-determined-change-peoples-mi...

but everything's been a bit noisy here for the last few weeks. I'm so pleased to be given a voice to speak about dementia, thanks to Anne Karpf and the Guardian. And I've been working on lowering stress levels and staying slow, for a while now. I need to be care-ful, mind-full. That's not quite what's happening. The Media Department at Dementia UK is helping out, it's a relief to have them there. Here are the links, in case you're interested. When the dust settles, I'm planning to come back...