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I'm Anna Tatton from Leek, England. There are only two of us namesakes in the world. I'm the one who isn't a supermodel. I am a dementia therapist. This blog started as an uplifting journal for friends and family to look at to find out what's going on in my life. Overwhelmed worrying you or a loved one has dementia? Please call me anytime on my Freephone dementia helpline: 0800 2289 002.
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- Reclaiming fplogging and plogging: The quest for s...
- What I do want
- Trotsky is still alive and loves Marmite!
- A list of Christmas and Birthday gifts that I may ...
- Does anyone else communicate with their boyfriend ...
- Does it matter that Phil can't spell?
- NEWSFLASH - I have not invented the word splogger
- Does apathy cause anarchy or does anarchy cause ap...
- Mum, Dad and Phil: I don't want christmas or birth...
- Careers advice
- Kitten poo, a funeral and a leaving do
- Is internationalism coming back into fashion?
- How cute are kittens?
- How mad are 'fathers for justice'?
- Should I do a PhD on a social history of dementia ...
- Tattontastic strategy
- Could pineapples save lives in surgery; should Phi...
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4 comments:
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The word kitten sadly stimulates bullshit
Attending the funeral was a very touching experience. I had never met Geoff, who was the father of one of Phil's best friends.
He was born in the same year as Mum I realised from the front of the prayer sheet. The crematorium was a modern 1960s building with a glass side overlooking flowering gardens. It was a sunny, late-summer day and the stillness and quiet serenity of the crematorium seemed to contrast with the colour and movement we could see outside. There was a huge weeping willow which was so beautiful.
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