…did not go to plan.  There was a mix up with the agency and we have had to postpone things until next week.  When we will meet a different lady.  And in a true test of Mums awareness, I am going to pass her off as the lady we already met and see what happens.  Hopefully Mum wont realise, the new lady will also be stealth like in her undercover mission and we’ll be (almost) back on track with building up a relationship with the lady so that Mum is comfortable to go out with her alone.

Instead, we did Tesco, made mince pies and spent some time with the knitting of the Tuesday Blanket.  Specifically mum presented me with some knitting where both sides had fallen off the needles and asked me to ‘just quickly fix it’.  I did try, but it wasn’t salvageable to I ended up undoing it.  I handed mum the needles and told her to cast on so she could start again, and that where it all went a little bit peculiar… (You need to watch the video to understand.  Words will not do it justice).

Ultimately though, casting on had disappeared entirely from Mums brain.  I do not knit.  It’s nothing like crochet and my only experience is making a scarf in class 8, aged 10 that ended up being too small to really wear as I was soooooooo slow and an entire term of craft lessons was not enough.  But mum was stressed.  And I figured I had the needles, the wool and access to You Tube.  And people, I can proudly tell you that I can now (just) cast on (still at the same speed as my 10 year old self and the tiny scarf though.) 😁😁😁

It actually ended up being quite funny.  And it dawned on me that Mum has become a mirror.  If I laugh at a situation, she does.  If I am in a bad mood (like when she wouldn’t drink that blimin’ glass of water the other week), she throws that right back at me.  It’s totally reasonable and should be so easy to manage….except it’s not because it relies on putting any and all frustrations away and…you know…life happens.  But I’m hoping that writing this here will remind me to at least do my best to do that.  It’s only Tuesdays, after all.  Hats off to my Dad and the other full time carers I know.  You are all amazing.