I’d made two dinners – one meat (Boys), one veggie (Me and Mr R) by 7.45am this Tuesday.  I impressed myself.  And wondered if I’d peaked a little early.

After the usual bits back at Mum and Dads (Showering, hair washing, arguing over whether all clothes were necessary and a solo trip to Tesco), I took mum to see her Sister.  While she was there I rushed off for a speedy visit to some very, very lovely friends who I’ve not seen for years.  Unfortunately because I was feeling a little on the flustered side, I didn’t get a picture with them…but they took one of me and Percy 🙂.  It was a really good reminder that you can not see people for years (possibly 10 in this case 🤦🏼‍♀️), but when they are the sort that really matter, it’s like it was yesterday.

And then Mum and my Aunt took me though some old photos and letters, and memories.  I love those glimpses into the past.

And then back to plant up hyacinths for Dad – a little late, but better late than never.

And finally back to eat the dinners I’d cooked first thing in time for a family outing to….Elf the Musical.  😁

I think we raised the average family age considerably, and I was very grateful that there was a bar there.  I think that’s probably all I need to say on that.

Today I had a phone call from Mum.  She didn’t believe Dad that Christmas was next week so he’d called me for her (she can’t actually use the phone herself any more).  I’m not sure she believed me either.  It’s a weird thing – we’ve found mum gets fixated on what is happening next, so we have stopped telling her.  We’ve not been able to avoid Christmas though.  Apparently forward planning and the stress around it is something many people with dementia struggle with; another thing on this rather steep learning curve 😳

But next Tuesday it WILL be (almost) Christmas.  Lordy