You see any woman with ample cleavage will tell you when it comes to running those babies need to be strapped down...black eyes is a real risk. What I didn’t envisage was a bouncing bum bag happily clattering off my girl bits...and not in a pleasurable way!!
It’s heartbreaking to watch as Alzheimer’s and Dementia take a hold of a loved one but every now and again there are moments of magic. Those precious flickers where the windows of the soul open, the condensation clears and for a split second you see straight to the heart of your loved one and realise they are still in there
Growing up they only ever really called me Sarah when I was in trouble; instead preferring to call me their "Sunbeam". It is only with becoming a mum to 3 wee sunbeams of my own that I now understand why.
Happiness is a Sunbeam 