Mummy myths & little white lies: is honesty always the best policy?

“Is that where Grandpa sleeps, Mummy?” (*Rose points at Grandma’s bed while ‘helping’ me sort washing out earlier this week*) “No sweetheart he doesn’t live here anymore, remember?” “Oh. Is he still poorly?” (She knew he was living in a care home because he was unwell) “No, he isn’t poorly anymore, poppet” “Oh. Is he…

Life is for livingĀ 

I lost my Grandpa this week. When I say that I lost him, unfortunately I don’t mean that he wandered off in Tesco, I mean that he died. We aren’t sure what from yet, but we do know he was ready to go.  I hope when my time comes, I’m ready too. I like to…