Mum was very chatty for her today. As she often does she complemented me on what I was wearing. I think that is a reflex thing she does when she meets people, but I was wearing one of my favourite dresses, so maybe she was appreciating it. I understood some of what she said, obviously some of it was about the other residents and maybe the staff, 'I like her', for instance. She also asked me if I had a boyfriend and looked surprised that I was married. She looks fatter than she did before. I guess those fortified drinks have a lot of calories, as I don't think she eats a great deal.
This afternoon I got a phone call about mum being out of pull ups. I knew she'd been wearing them, but assumed the home had a supply. Apparently they've been using other residents supplies. They've referred her to the continence clinic, but until she starts getting them for free they'd like me to supply them. I ordered some to be delivered tomorrow and asked them to let me know if they are any good or not. Not something I know anything about.
I don't think I'm that enthusiastic about the home, but moving mum at this stage seems to be too much of a faff, for probably very little gain.