The best bit about this Tuesday was giving mum her birthday present.  It’s a Babs the Chicken nightlight (the joke being Mums name is Barbara and she always hated being called ‘Babs’.  I think she’d forgotten that, but it made me smile).

On a more serious note, it is touch sensitive and has no wires, so I thought it would be easier to use at night when she wake up than a torch with a fiddly button (although Dad says she usually forgets the torch so I imagine she’ll forget Babs too, but hey ho).  She seemed quite taken with it:

Her birthday was actually Monday.  I called her an hour or so after she got back from an afternoon tea with Sister 1 and Sister 2 to celebrate. I sang happy birthday to her.  ‘I don’t think it’s my birthday’ she told me.  ‘Nobody has mentioned it to me.’

On Tuesday though, when I told her to put on her shoes as we were meeting one of her friends for lunch (we’ve worked out that giving her any more notice of planned happenings results in lots of worrying about what she wants to remember but has forgotten the who and when of), she said that she hoped they were bringing her a present as it had been her birthday and it would be rude of them not to.  🤦🏼‍♀️

Sometimes things stick.  Most of the time they slip….🙂