This week at Tesco after buying a large number of puddings (to try to entice Dad to eat a little more):

And balancing these with – shock, horror!- fresh vegetables (because the steps to the cellar which houses the freezer are a bit tricky on the way up when you are struggling with your breathing so you can’t actually get to the frozen peas or chips)

We had to use the self service checkout in order to make our appointment at the hospital.  It was a week of discombobulating change… but it was ok because Mums favourite cashier wasn’t there anyway.

We made it to the hospital for blood tests – the first step in an unbelievably long process to get seen by the memory clinic (but that is a story for another day), and after that, this Tuesday was mostly related to dogs.

The fact that mine wouldn’t play or wave, immense amounts of slobber and remembering Mum’s dog that dad thinks she bought from her wages at the wool shop where she worked when she left school.  I’m still finding it amazing that she can remember details she can remember from years and years ago (the name of her sister’s first husband in this instance), but not being able to retain new information for sometimes more than a few seconds.

I love that I learned about Mums first dog and subsequent animals they had through sending Dad a photo I’d found .  But it does feel a bit frustrating – I want all the stories that I don’t know, but how can you ask about something you don’t know about?!

Here’s this Tuesday condensed into about 3.5 minutes 🙂