This is the first in what may turn out to be a short series of postings about AB nannies and (in some cases) my experiences of them. It is rather specifically British in its outlook - I've been to America exactly once (on a 5-day work trip which did not offer me the opportunity to explore the AB scene).
Being me, I want to start by looking at where (I think) nannying began. To my fairly certain knowledge the first AB nanny in the UK to practice visibly was Mummy Hazel in Kent, now
I've just got back home from visiting my recently widowed mother. I should perhaps feel a little ashamed that that wasn't the primary reason for my visit: while my father was dying, we were driving home from the hospital when another driver drove out into the road. I put my foot down to try and get past, but the driver hit the back of my car and I ended up in the ditch.
I've since spent a fair amount of time arguing with my insurance company. If ever you decide to drive abroad and
Dad lived in a wine-growing region in southern France, and generally funerals happen fairly fast over there. The usual rule of thumb is three days after death, but because we were unusual in asking for a cremation rather than burial we went for the following week.
The days between dad's death and the funeral were the worst. We were all wondering exactly what to do next. Obviously no-one wanted to start the round of phone calls to banks, credit cards, phone etc, but aside from setting
I don't know whether starting blogging with something like this is the appropriate thing to do or not, but here goes anyway...
I'm just home having rushed away a fortnight ago. I mentioned up in the mature topics forum that the doctors thought my dad had cancer: it turned out they were right. It wasn't in his lung, but in the sac that surrounds it, so they couldn't operate: all they could offer was chemo. Fifteen days ago he went in for his first (as it turned out his only) session.