Well, darlings, here’s the good news. My friend Martina, who comments here, sent me a doctor’s basic check-list for symptoms of Alzheimer’s, and my local chum took it home and went through it with his wife. She then tested him. She got every question right and he just dropped one mark. The doctor has phoned, and said she needs treatment for her low thyroid problem and also offered physiotherapy for her joint problem. There are still some tests to be done, because the path. lab. seems to have cocked them up somewhat, but it’s all looking very positive and my friend’s anxiety is completely allayed. He’s happy to accept that her tiredness and absent-mindedness in the evenings is caused by low thyroid and constant lowish-level pain, and that this can be put right.
So thank you so much for your concern and for pointing me in useful directions.
I’ve hit on a vein of nostalgia with yesterday’s post. Oh good. Can’t beat a bit of nostalgia. Although, in truth, I’m not going to claim that everything was better in the good old days. Ups and downs all the time, and would you honestly put the clock back? – bear in mind that you can’t cherry-pick, you’d have to accept the entire package. I wouldn’t, but then I’m so practical, darlings, I live in the moment and make the best of it. I can’t go back anyway, so why hanker?
As Blue Witch says, we have shared memories. My friend Lynn, whom I’ve mentioned here before, was the only person I knew at school who grew up without a television – her father died when she was seventeen and her mother then bought one and Lynn promptly became addicted – but she would be one of the few who didn’t grow up with Yogi Bear and the Flintstones, or Blue Peter if you lived in a more sensible household than mine. But there were many programmes where the memories cross the generations – everyone watched The Good Life, Morecambe and Wise, Dad’s Army – millions of people, all at the same time on the same evening of the week. The last series I remember making that sort of impact was some twenty years ago, with The Darling Buds of May. “Perfick” became the stock expression of approval that year.
My point is, not that there haven’t been some hugely popular programmes since, but I don’t think that they transcend the age and social barriers any more in the way they did in the 60s, 70s and 80s. Strictly, I suppose, but then I don’t actually watch that myself, so I can’t really say.
What do you think?