My site has gone!

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Welcome to those of you who are new here.  

 Those of you who hopped over from the other website (dementiamumandme.com) I'm so so sorry!

 What happened to our tales and adventures?  They have all disappeared as my account is locked.  I'm gutted.  While they are sorting this out (it seems a long tale...) I will endeavour to update you via this new website. 

 Mum is still with us and still fighting every day to live her best life.

 To date, I have loved writing about our adventures over on the other blog, with the ideal that I could keep it there and have a look at the photos and read some things.  Yet it's gone. (sad face with a tear gently rolling down the cheek).  For me, creating beautiful photos, writing and blogs is partly therapy and i was at the stage of thinking it might be time to write a little book in relation to how i have found 'things' while living with a mother with dementia.  So, let's not be beaten, rather let's start again with Google and Blogger <3


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