This week – Friday being the new Tuesday, the following happened:

• It took me two hours (rather that one) to get to the M25 junction nearest Mum and Dads

That left me with almost minus time to get Tesco done and pick up their tablets from their doctors surgery (both in different directions).  I like a challenge though so:

• I managed Tesco (getting out of the car > shopping a pretty giant list sent by Dad> paying > getting back to the car> returning the trolley > getting back to the car again) in 13 minutes flat.  Some people laugh, some people rushed to get out my way.  I felt like I was on Supermarket Sweep 😁
• I got to the surgery, met the loveliest receptionist ever, and juggled boxes and bags back to the car
• Got to Mum and Dads…earlier than anticipated (obviously).
• Asked Mum how the shopping for her long sleeved tops that she wanted had gone with Sister 2.  Mum said she’d bough trousers instead.  Dad told me she’d bought trainers and no trousers.
• I suggested Mum put on her new trainers read for our expedition to the hospital.  Mum tried putting on the trainers I’d bought up to give to Sister 1.
• She was unsure about wearing her new trainers to teh hospital incase they got dirty.  I assured here there wasn’t likely to be too much mud in the corridors.
• Drove to the hospital and had a ‘discussion’ as to why Mum keeps deciding not to see the people who have made plans to see her.  She stopped talking to me
• Mum found the Haribo and forgot she wasn’t talking to me in her excitement to open them.
• Mum insisted she could walk to wherever we were going in the hospital.  It was touch and go.
• Saw the doctor.  Minimal bamboozling took place and no more diagnosis.
• Mum decided he was much nicer than the last Doctor we saw.  He was the last doctor we saw.

And most interestingly, the doctor had asked us to keep notes on Mums progress over the last four weeks.  When I arrived I added dads to mine and noticed Mums been telling him that she talks to people at night in her bedroom.  I asked her about it when we were struck in traffic driving her home.  It’s in Tuesday TV.  I don’t know what to make of it…   🤷‍♀️. Mum seems to appreciate ‘them’ though so I guess that’s all that matters

(Sorry about  the camera angle; it was the only place I could prop it for that bit)