Daily Prompt: Familial Feasts


The great thing about this whole crazy situation that has happened in the last 6 months is I have gotten to spend lots more time with my Nan. I now live with her.

I would have dedicated a holiday to her 6 months ago and while we are still very close I can no longer call her a distant relative.

I would have to dedicate one to my Dad. No longer with us (you can’t get any more distant than that) sadly I think he should have his birthday as a holiday.

My Dad got few of the things he ever really wanted. He got me and he finally got himself a Jaguar car in the mid-nineties but apart from that he was extremely unlucky.

He lost his Dad at 13 and his mother in his late 20’s. He was in and out of jobs all his life with no formal education. His health was bad for about 10 years before he died and he didn’t deserve to suffer as he did.

On his birthday (April 19th) we can have a day where we all do something we have wanted to do for a long time. Tick one off the bucket list perhaps?

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Daily Prompt: Breathing Room


They say that on these Daily Prompts you should add a twist if you want. Well today’s prompt reminded me of something I had almost forgotten. So here is my twist.


When my Dad had finally succumbed to vascular dementia after three strokes, I rang him one day as normal and had the strangest conversation with him. He was in quite good spirits (if a little confused) because he knew there were three more bedrooms in the house but he just couldn’t find them. Now given that my Dad being ill was extremely upsetting over a seven year period, this amused me greatly.


He had genuinely spent all day searching a dorma-bungalow for these three additional bedrooms. He said he knew they were there somewhere but he had no luck in finding them. He was slightly frustrated at this. I have no idea if he wanted to put something in them or whether wanted to rent them out. I was trying very hard to stifle my laughter on the other end of the phone.


I did ask him several days later about this conversation and to my surprise he was still confused by these missing bedrooms. Often with these episodes they do not remember a few days later or if they get some oxygen to the brain or a little sleep. He was still perplexed by these missing rooms many days later. I spoke briefly to my mother about it who was also amused but we didn’t have the heart to tell him they didn’t exist.