Pick Me Up! 28-Nov-2019

Sitting in the doctor’s surgery, we were desperate for answers. Me and my three sisters, Ruth, 32, Hat, 30 and Tilly, 26, had noticed that our mum, Laura, 63, had been a little scatty recently. One time she had cooked us all a shepherd’s pie, but she hadn’t cooked the mince. ‘We think it’s depression,’ the doctor told us, but we knew that couldn’t be right. Then, after a number of trips to the doctors and multiple tests, we had a diagnosis. The underlying cause of your problems is due to Alzheimer’s disease, we read, as we all huddled around the letter. Mum had a rare form of Alzheimer’s Posterior Cortical Atrophy (PCA) - there was nothing we could do. It had been such a hard time for Mum. She…

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My sons Anton, Ben and Jack couldn’t wait to get their toboggan out when it snowed heavily last Christmas holidays! Carole Gasan, Stroud My little bundle Evie at Christmas last year. Can’t believe the little Rudolph is nearly one! Amanda Hadley, Cradley Heath This is my daughter Mia holding her baby cousin for the first time. It’s a Christmas miracle as my daughter doesn’t hold babies! Lisa Adams, Halesowen How fabulously classy is this gift shop in Stockbridge – simply decorated ready for Christmas! Susan Angus, Wolverhampton Meeting Father Christmas was such fun, he really made me laugh! Ho Ho Ho! Colleen Brunton, Enfield If your letter makes Star Letter of the week, you will receive some beautiful blooms from Flying Flowers. With over 30 years’ experience of helping celebrate…

Rifling through the kitchen drawers, I cursed myself for not being organised. ‘There must be a pen in here somewhere,’ I said. Finally, an old biro popped its head out from under a pile of old bills. ‘Yes! Got ya!’ I sung. I was compiling a list of things I’d need for my singledom celebration party and I wanted to make sure it went without a hitch. My ex, Luke Clarke, 24, and I had recently parted ways after nearly eight years together, due to his aggression and terrible mood swings. We’d met when we were both just 16 and had quickly settled down together and made a lovely life for ourselves. The two of us were the best of friends. But when I fell pregnant with our first child,…

Landing on the ground with a thud, I banged my shoulder on the hard concrete, but I bit my tongue, tried my best not to cry out in pain. I didn’t want Luke to hear me from upstairs. I had no idea where he was, whether or not he was looking for me. I knew it was only a matter of time. Scrambling to my feet, I ran to the next road, didn’t dare look behind me. Thankfully, as I turned the corner, the taxi that Terri had called was waiting for me as promised. Hauling myself in, I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I collapsed in the back seat. ‘Hospital, please,’ I whimpered softly. The poor cab driver looked shocked, but didn’t say a word. On the…