Fiona Cullinan

When you’re 84, the number of district nurse, GP and hospital visits most likely becomes a life feature. Today my elderly friend – who’s son is locked down in London – had a GP home visit. The doctor wore PPE, I wore a mask at a distance and there was an examination…

The first bit of planning for the future took place last night. This felt kind of weirdly positive because lockdown has been all about putting things on hold, closing things down and just trying to survive. Looking ahead and picking up some threads of action felt good. Basically we had…

After yesterday’s cheery post on death, I think we need a bit of Sheena! Sheena is an old school friend who I reconnected with about six years ago in a pub somewhere in Worcestershire. She lives in London on her own in a flat near a river, social-distancing from one…

Obviously I’ve thought about the possibility of dying imminently. (Who hasn’t recently?) I thought about it quite a lot early on in the anxiety-ridden early days of Covid-19, but less so as the so-called ‘new normal’ re-established itself. Being able to stay in full lockdown mostly put me out of…

Every two weeks or so I’ve been doing the ‘big shop’ for an 84-year-old family friend with vascular dementia. I phone him on his mobile and we inventory what is left in his fridge and what the use-by dates are on the items. Today I also talked him through how…

I can’t really think or write much tonight. On our walk this evening, we bumped into a friend who is going through the biggest pile of life-threatening and stressful crap that the world can throw at one person at one time. And on top of that they are stuck between…

Went down to a 4.5 tog summer duvet this week and the insomnia has eased. There you go, exciting bedroom news report done. Now for the real post… On a less light note, I’ve talked to at least three people in the past few days who are not ok for…