There are mushrooms at the bottom of my garden.  Not the fairy-friendly type of fungus, with neat spotted roofs on stalks  - but fat white cancerous clumps pushing their way through the chippings of bark to the surface.  They smell of damp and decay and they weren't there before. You can't turn your back for… Continue reading Scent


When I open the new magazine, a lot of leaflets fall out. One is called Caring Solutions - 'mobility aids to independent living'.  One solution sends me into an instant decline.  It's not the walk-in bath, the model in a hideous swimsuit like a corset, or the riser-recliner chair or even the scooter which 'carries… Continue reading Stairs