You’d think after all these years of cycling, he’d see a curb coming. But no!!! One moment he’s cruising, the next he’s performing a spectacular over-the-handlebars stunt worthy of Cirque du Soleil. He landed squarely on his kneecap. By the time he’d got himself home, his knee was the size of a grapefruit. So, like any good first aid household, we went straight for the frozen peas — basically permanent residents in our freezer. Perfect for sprains, bumps, and  dinner emergenc

Usually when I (Gail) say “What’s my husband done now?”  you'd be expecting to hear about his ongoing battle with spatial awareness, resulting in another bleeding bit, head bump or missing part to contend with. But sometimes what he’s done now - is gone quiet. Depression can look like nothing’s wrong: just a man sitting, or sleeping, or staring at a screen more. But as a wife, you learn the signs. The stillness. The pull-back. The moments where his spark dulls, and your heart