I have recently installed a fence and gate at the bottom of the drive to stop Jean escaping and wandering.
Part of the daily routine is for me to take the dog out before I go to work. As I turned in the top of the drive I heard a knocking noise and the sound of wailing.
Jean was stood holding the gate, rattling it in an attempt to get it open and waling "I want to go home" over and over again.
Just for a moment she looked like one of the stereotypical mad women trying to escape from an asylum. The type you see in old Hammer Horror movies from the 60's and, just for a moment, I thought "Am I doing right to try and keep my wife at home and give her the best that I can offer. Would it not be better for her, and me, if I just packed it in?"
The moment passed, just as the gate rattling and wailing passed but the question still remains.
Part of the daily routine is for me to take the dog out before I go to work. As I turned in the top of the drive I heard a knocking noise and the sound of wailing.
Jean was stood holding the gate, rattling it in an attempt to get it open and waling "I want to go home" over and over again.
Just for a moment she looked like one of the stereotypical mad women trying to escape from an asylum. The type you see in old Hammer Horror movies from the 60's and, just for a moment, I thought "Am I doing right to try and keep my wife at home and give her the best that I can offer. Would it not be better for her, and me, if I just packed it in?"
The moment passed, just as the gate rattling and wailing passed but the question still remains.