Being appointed Elder Professor meant very much taking over the shop, in that the professor in those days controlled all the moneys.
We're a migrant nation made up of people who've been torn out of other worlds, and you'd think we would have some compassion.
Can I remember exactly when I 'lost' my husband? Was it the moment when I had to start tying his shoelaces for him? Or when we stopped being able to laugh with each other? Looking back, that turning point is impossible to pinpoint. But then, that's the nature of dementia.
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