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  • 25th April 2016 | By David Jolley

    The journey from Altrincham to Southwold is not quite coast to coast but it is pretty long and whatever way you go, it takes a few hours.

    Talk at the fish restaurant informed us that the resident population of Southwold is of the order of 800 – a tiny number – but bolstered even out of season by visitors and people from nearby villages who come for the shopping and buzz of class and liveliness. Mondays and Thursdays bring a market with food, flowers and local crafts and oddities, set in the suitably tidy but tiny market place at the head of the High Street. Down the street there are proper shops which know their specialist business – pies, papers, books, clothes and more posh clothes, banks and estate agents – a Beach Hut at £79,000! There is an Ironmongery which sells everything you might need and never realised you did - you could be lost in there for many an hour of memory.

    In the oldest part of town near to the market place and the greens and beach, the housing ranges from small to outrageously huge. Some of the most impressive, facing out to sea, have rabbits running on their front lawns – less destructive this year than we have seen previously.

    But what I want to say relates to houses as homes: In a brief moment between walks I caught a programme where a house in Crewe was purchased for £35,000. It was in a terrible state but the builder purchaser worked carefully and modestly to improve it, with a budget of less the £10,000, to transform it into a place you might be pleased to adopt as home. Revalued now at £65,000 to £70,000+. A five bedroomed semi-detached villa somewhere in London was purchased for £450,000. Shabby but nowhere near as down at heel at the Crewe house, it too was revamped but at a cost of £80,000 spent over 6 months rather than the 6 weeks in Crewe. Now lacking fireplaces, with most rooms featureless and white, its kitchen might feature in House and Garden but I’d be uncomfortable trying to poach an egg on toast. New value - £700,000 plus.

    Almost every house in Southwold is as pretty and as perfect as any doll’s house could be. Those which are not quite up to scratch are receiving attention from one of a legion of careful and skilled teams which are cutting wood, smoothing plaster, painting wall and windows. Only the very best will be good enough here.

    As an evening treat we watched the DVD of ‘Cilla’ – carried with us to take advantage of the time which holiday allows in the evenings. We grew up with her. Here she was, wearing our clothes, having our hopes, watching the cars we knew, singing our music, caught in the streams of segregation: rich from poor, Catholics from ‘Prossies’, young from old who had survived the recent war. Her family home did not have a front door – behind and above a bookies.

    It was home.

    Bobby’s home had a front door but was pinched and basic in a way hardly known these days. Later Bobby was to share space in his brother’s rented home – a building which compared unfavourably with the house ‘before’ in Crewe. But it was not about to be improved.

    Cilla came a long way. We all have come a long way.

    What stories she had to tell. What stories we have to tell – and more to come yet – unlike Cilla, whose story is told. One of us.

    And now we have lost Victoria Wood.

    It’ll be OK.

    Each morning we walked the beach and felt the wind and saw the waves coming in, and coming in, then taking all that water back, to come in again – later.

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    11th April 2016 | By David Jolley

    Retirement from clinical practice was designed to free more time with home and family. So it is proving but there are growths which I had not predicted. These include deeper appreciation of John Leigh Park: http://roundhoundcouk.ipage.com/index.html

    We have a grant to erect a chestnut paling fence around the garden of the bowling green: the grant money gives us the palings, stakes (need some more because my sums were embarrassingly wrong!), stretchers and struts. You can see the technicalities. Putting the fence in place requires effort and some expertise from our volunteer group. We are about one third of the way round the 600 feet so far – and the result is quite as thrilling as anything I have ever done.

    Being there and being identifiable as ‘parkies’ meant that mums alarmed by the presence of bees in the playground:

    ‘Bees in the Playground’ – rekindling memories of Dog in the Playground http://poetry.clusterup.com/poems/dog-in-the-playground-837. Many happy bedtime readings.

    Bees in the playground – with help from experts in Trafford - were recognised to be Tawny Mining Bees https://www.buglife.org.uk/bugs-and-habitats/tawny-mining-bee which are harmless and charming. Reassurances to mums and a notice made up to inform others who might be unsure.

    All this in the open air and within five minutes’ walk of home.

    Opening the box labelled ‘Dementia Conversations’ at Bowdon Vale means finding out more about services in Trafford – This is where we live and have lived for over 30 years but though I have worked in Manchester – South, Central and North, Salford and Tameside – I have not worked in Trafford. It is a new world. With a little help from friends I will get to know it better.

    In amongst rummage I found references to the dementia component of the Greater Manchester Health and Social Care Devolution – or ‘Dementia United’.

    I am puzzled and taken aback by some of the statements and aspirations:

    ‘Greater Manchester currently spends £221m per year on dementia across health and social care. If we diagnosed everyone on GM who we think currently has the disease this would raise to £320m per year. From these data we can estimate that the predicted cost to the taxpayer for health and social care currently provided for people with dementia across Greater Manchester will be £376.7m per year by 2021.

    Surely the logical response is to stop doing it – all it does is increase costs.

    ‘Develop a measure for Greater Manchester of the lived experience which can be tracked over the 5 year period and used to inform the effectiveness of changes.’

    A unitary measure of lived experience for people of either gender, age band, social settings, race, faith, previous complex personal experiences over many years! This will take some doing. Emperors and suits of clothes come often to mind and here is another instance.

    ‘Every person living with dementia will have access to a key worker 24 hours per day, 7 days per week who will support them to live well with dementia.' 

    'Every person living with dementia will co-produce a package of support and care which meets their needs and wants which is reviewed and updated at least once per year’.

    During the time I was a trainee with Tom Arie he was approached by a Public Health colleague who wanted us to extend the pioneering Goodmayes service to include everyone who might have dementia, depression or other mental health problems. The wise man said:

    ‘Let us do what we know how to do for those people whose needs become declared. This is a realistic ambition’.

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    4th April 2016 | By David Jolley

    Where are we now? 

    How did we get here?

    How will we move on?

    You would think it is easy to know where we are and the journey which brought us to this time and space.

    Reminiscing during the week, a social science colleague reflected on the poverty of thought amongst present day psychiatrist and remembered with affection and awe, conversations with clinical phenomenologists of the past. 

    Manchester was the centre of phenomenological psychiatry during the late 1960s and into the 1970s. Working from the small unit housed in the Manchester home of Elizabeth Gaskell, Professor Anderson and his colleague Dr John Hoenig championed the approach based in the works of Karl Jaspers and others from the University of Heidelberg http://www.britannica.com/biography/Karl-Jaspers

    Anderson had retired and given way to Neil Kessel, and Hoenig had just departed for Canada when I came to Manchester 1970 as a trainee. Their teaching and tradition lingered on and was inspirational in the depth and value we discovered in listening to patients’ experiences as we sought to understand them as a first requirement to providing help.

    The hierarchy of values placed clinical activity and expertise at the pinnacle, to be supported by teaching and research. Somehow, somewhere in the intervening years, despite the massive increase in funding and the number of professionals working in mental health, this order of values has been changed and respect for individual experiences given less weight.

    Understanding the present and future from the past can be helped by mapping and I have enjoyed and recommend the series of historical maps produced by Alan Godfrey of Gateshead: http://www.alangodfreymaps.co.uk/. Whether it is to review the places where you have lived, or to learn more about a new work territory or holiday destination, these humble gems bring added depth to every street walk.

    I am led somewhere new by a recommendation from our first ‘Conversations’ at Bowdon Vale: ‘Words for a journey’ from Takashi Iba and Makoto Okada. Takashi Iba is a management guru who writes and researches patterns in words and other systems http://web.sfc.keio.ac.jp/~iba/.

    How he has come to apply his philosophy to living with dementia and related disorders is a new area of exploration for me.

    Heidelberg, Manchester, Gateshead, Keio – Listening and learning


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    28th March 2016 | By David Jolley

    Monday saw me complete my last ever clinical work as a registered medical practitioner – 47 years on from qualification via Guy’s Hospital Medical School in the University of London: MRCS (Eng), LRCP (London) and to take up my first post as House Physician at St Mary’s Hospital on the Isle of Wight. We have much to thank the Beatles for and I was not for waiting until the age of 64 before taking up temporary residence.

    It has been a huge privilege and I will write it down.

    The last clinic was beautiful – with one person seen with her daughter at the clinic base and five seen at home, all but one with a family member being present. So I saw the people, learned of their lives and current difficulties, felt their homes and knew their locality. One of the warmest hugs of the day was for the A-Z of Greater Manchester. What a friend you have been.

    Tuesday gave time with Ros Watson to reflect on our first session of Dementia Conversations and to look at where this has pointed us. It is important to keep listening and to remain flexible but we want also to make best use of the steers which came from that first session: Sharing experiences, gathering and sharing information, obtaining training, considering carers, perhaps adding to the range of activities which are inclusive of people with dementia, looking at the practicalities of appointing Admiral Nurses.

    But people also identified BIG AREAS: Primary Health Care, General Hospitals and Faith Communities, where we might begin to review local realities and make contributions to improve matters.

    Primary Care and Faith Communities are perhaps the closest to us and there are things we might do without too much delay. Work is afoot. Excitingly the potential of the Dementia Roadmap to help us in Primary Care is there for the taking. So one component of Pathfinders is already finding a niche within another. If we can make this work – we might help others to use a similar approach. Only 17 CCGs currently using the Roadmap: people with dementia in another 194 might benefit.

    Wednesday was a dream as we celebrated Easter on John Leigh Park with the pupils, staff and PTA of Altrincham Church of England School. We had a total school Easter Bonnet Parade – every hat sponsored to make a donation to the Marie Curie Foundation: daffodils on the park will always bring back the knowledge of cancer and the work of the Foundation – Ladies dressed in yellow came and charmed us and shared their knowledge and commitment.

    We shared joy at the facilities of the park as the pupils paraded in their bonnets and they swarmed to park to hunt for Easter Eggs – everyone was successful.

    The expert horticulturalist from the council reassured us that the daffodils we had hoped would be in bloom for this day will be in bloom for next and subsequent years: ‘They are shy and sulk for the first year at the insult of transfer and new planting.’ They are the native bulbs which Wordsworth so enjoyed and wrote of: www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174790

    We are in this for the long game :)

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