The Forget Me Not Chronicles: The loveable but eccentic adventures of Maggie

The Forget Me Not ChroniclesBy Christopher HallAvailable in Kindle and PaperbackMaggie Harris has declared herself an Icelandic princess, insists she once dated a Viking from Scarborough, and is currently holding a garden gnome hostage. She’s also losing her memory.Tom, her long-suffering son, would love nothing more than a quiet life. Instead, he’s juggling care plans, biscuit shortages, and trying to stop his mother from getting arrested - again.The Forget Me Not Chroniclesis a sharply observed, darkly funny, and unexpectedly tender story about navigating the chaos of dementia with equal parts love, exasperation, and tea. Told through Tom’s world-weary but affectionate eyes, this book captures the beautiful absurdity of caring for someone who’s slowly forgetting who you are - but never losing who they are at heart.Each chapter is its own comedic adventure: a failed funeral for someone still alive, a toaster deemed “a domestic terrorist,” and a deeply suspicious number of shopping baskets mysteriously appearing in Maggie’s hallway. But beneath the laughter lies something deeper - an unspoken grief, the ache of watching someone fade, and the quiet heroism of showing up anyway.This is not a book about dementia. It’s a book about a mother and son, and the messy, ridiculous, heartbreaking love that binds them.Because sometimes the most extraordinary journeys happen in the most ordinary living rooms.Why This Book ExistsThe Forget Me Not Chroniclesisn’t just a comedy about dementia. It’s a deeply personal, sharply observed story grounded in truth - the truth that caring for someone with memory loss is both absurd and heartbreaking, often at the same time.This is not a tragedy wrapped in comedy, nor is it a sugar-coated escape. It’s an honest exploration of what it means to remember for two people. To hold onto routines, rituals, and humour when everything else starts slipping away.Through Tom’s dry internal monologue, Maggie’s unwavering (if occasionally criminal) confidence, and Lucy’s guilty WhatsApps from Australia