Category Archives: Life with Frances

An unexpected milestone.

Saturday is always my day to go for a long walk, no matter what walking I may have done during the week, and no matter what the weather may argue otherwise. It’s my day to walk to Send, and take … Continue reading

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Olives and red wine

I met Suzanna at the cemetery today. I was sitting on the bench eating a carrot when I heard her come up and say hello. She was bringing gladioli to her late husband, Vincenzo. I only ever meet Suzanna here. … Continue reading

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A small kindness

I set off today on my Saturday eight mile walk, on what felt like the hottest day of the year (not that there have been too many of those to choose from this summer), my shorts, a light tee-shirt, and … Continue reading

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Shoebox Mementoes 2

Browsing through the shoebox mementoes has brought back memories I’d not recalled for decades, and until now had entirely forgotten. Among the mementoes Frances kept, were a stack of my letters from around the time we were engaged and then … Continue reading

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Shoebox Mementoes

This may mean nothing to most, but I have just found a completely unexpected treasure trove. Whilst in the process of turning the small bedroom into a home office again, I came upon a large white box with a silver … Continue reading

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Remembrance

The Remembrance Service at St Dunstan’s this afternoon, to remember all the parishioners who had died during the year. I walked all the way there, through the light mist that has been hovering most of the day. Bright beautiful church, … Continue reading

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Something Special

As some may know, Frances has a neurological condition, one consequence of which is that she is not able to swallow, and this in turn means that the normal secretions in the mouth cannot be swallowed, but have to be … Continue reading

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A journey nearer a darker place

Early in the autumn, Lindsay had come for the weekend with Alex, our grandson, and on the Saturday she and Frances went into town for the morning so that Frances could indulge herself in buying all sorts of things for … Continue reading

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