Saturday is spent at my parents’ place, cooking for them, undertaking admin duties and recording my father s memories of his childhood in Wales and the time before he joined the RAF in WWII. Dad recently had his ninety fifth birthday and although I’ve heard most of the stories before, there’s always a new nugget of information and I’m glad to be getting them recorded, even if only on my iPhone.

Also it’s good for him. My mother’s dementia has rendered her childlike and he enjoys what he is kind enough to call intelligent conversation when I or my brother and his wife are there.

I return late afternoon on Sunday and reheat the pork and caraway meal. A couple of glasses of white wine go down well with it, a necessary tool for getting over the stress and distress I always experience when with my parents, love them though I do.

Today I will just say thank you to Berkshire’s Health and Social Services for all the support and care they have given to my parents over the last few years. I have always loved the NHS as most British people do, and now that my parents have disabilities, long term conditions and occasional medical crises, I value it all the more. In Berkshire my parents have fantastic care from a range of people. I posted online about some of that a while back and I recommend anyone who wants to sing the praises of our NHS to go the The Academy of Fabulous NHS Stuff website and say what you think.