On Being Questioned Over the Death of a Child – Part 1

I was living in Sydney, Australia the day that my daughter died of a combination of pneumonia, a badly administered anaesthetic following dentistry work and her disability. She died in the room next to mine. I discovered her in the morning.

Fear of the Aged #2

Heading down to the hospice this week to have a meeting about funding for Mum. At least that’s what the health people hope. They hope that we can agree funding but get past actual placement for this 81 year-old. Because this tax and National Insurance paying, born in 1932, ex-Navy, ex-British Railways, ex-Hospital Radio DJ, […]