Hello everyone, another Friday's arrived and here's your weekly invitation to post off-topic if you'd like. If you decide to do so, please make sure to stay within our community guidelines.
For anyone who joined us this week, welcome and please make yourself at home here. Again, please make sure to read through our guidelines and always give them regard when posting here. We like this to be a safe, relaxing space for overworked carers, to offer them respite and to discuss the many issues that arise around caring for others who are no longer able to care for themselves.
It's so hard to pick a cheery topic this week. It's been a week of unrelenting gloom on all fronts in UK for several reasons, but as it all stands right now, Christmas is still on the horizon and I'm sure that many of us are going to try to be at least a little bit festive.
Sometimes the simplest thing can cheer someone up. I called my sister for a chat this week to find out how things are going with her husband who has dementia. She's been very down recently and is finding it really hard to find light at the end of the tunnel. We did what we always do in our phone calls. Put the world to rights, exchanged family gossip and enjoyed anything funny we could come up with. At the end of our long, (and to outside ears exceptionally boring conversation), she sounded really much brighter and actually said how much better she felt, and it reminded me that even the opportunity to have a chat is really important to a housebound carer, starved of lots of simple family chat.
I took a trip down memory lane when my niece asked me if I had any pictures of my late dad. He died in the 1960s and photographs of him are really rare, but I had one digitally saved one, which someone sent me a while ago - a newspaper picture from the 1030s. I've decided to share it with you because it's a perfect example of how much things have changed with regard to health and safety at work. If you compare this scene with a typical road repair scene of today with its barriers, hi vis jackets, hard hats and cones and massive machinery, the difference is stark. Of course roads weren't so busy when it was taken.
I wonder if you can identify my dad? You've never met him so how could you possibly know? Well, he wore a very distinctive kind of headgear, always. I sometimes wondered as a child if it was welded to his head. It was lifted as a respect if a funeral cortege passed, at the arrival of a lady, and of course always indoors including church.
Well, that's it for this week folks. I hope you are weathering the many storms of life we face at present and urge you to just take the advice of the well-known song....
'When you walk through a storm hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark'. Stay well, stay safe and hopefully, stay happy!