There was a time when I thought sleeping in on a Sunday until 11am was my ultimate bliss. Not anymore. While I still dream of being that person who can get up for a 6am yoga class to salute the sun before it’s up, I am definitely the type who finds it hard to languish in bed much past 7.30am. Admittedly, I am in bed alone without much distraction, but imagine that even if I shared my life with a significant other, I’d still want to be up to seize the day earlier rather than later.

This morning though, I was on my way to a sleep-in (8am) until awoken by Mum asking me from her bedroom, “Your Dad wants to know if toothpaste goes under your arm”. And so our day begins…

Some days, you have to love living with dementia and you get to laugh together at the twists and turns it takes. Other days, you could smash it like a pinata. Having successfully dodged a potentially sticky and painful start to the day, we had a relatively uneventful one. And now as the sun has well and truly set, and we have happily watched Ninja Warrior (another surprising thing I have come to enjoy), I have also accomplished what I have been talking about for some time. I have started my blog. Till next time.