Homemade

I grew up in a family where making things was a way of life.  My parents were from the WW2 ‘make do and mend’ generation.  So in my early teens I learnt to cook, sew, darn, drill holes and fix things.  This wasn’t quite as Puritan as it sounds. I used my skills in the…

Holding Hands Day – August 9th

Why doesn’t someone invent a Holding Hands Day, I thought.  And to my delight I just found out it is a real day – August 9th. Laura and I held hands everywhere –  at home, in the movies, in the street, in hospital. We couldn’t get enough. Holding Laura’s hand in mine warmed my heart…

Week 1: Reversing high blood pressure

Before our Puglia trip, a nurse at mum’s hospital told her:  ‘Go on holiday. Don’t worry about your blood pressure. Eat whatever you want’  We all hoped she was right. Mum had a fantastic time eating carefree (gelato, rum babas, pasta, panini, salty prosciutto, potatoes cooked in dripping etc). But the moment we got home…

High Blood Pressure

Yesterday mum went to get her blood pressure checked and her doctor produced something that looked like a 1950s bicycle pump and started puffing away as if he was blowing up a life raft (evidently digital equipment hasn’t made it to the British health services yet).  He is a kindly young man, eager to find…