Just when I am coming to grips with mum’s refusal of meds, now we have another ‘crisis’. Just had a call from the NH, mum has ‘lost’ the remote to her t.v. again. This happened a little while ago, well, it wasn’t lost, she threw it at the wall and smashed it to pieces because it wouldn’t work, (probably battery flat), and hid the bits in the bin. Major crisis, she is kicking off big time. No problem, jump in the car, hurtle off to the shops, got another remote, flipping thing wouldn’t work. Back to the shops, bought her a spanking new flat screen t.v. even had a DVD facility, (for those days when I am at the end of my tether repeating myself, so put on Gone with the Wind, a fav with mum). The big plus was, the layout of the remote was the same as the old one, she had no problem using it…………phew. The staff have hunted high and low for the remote, no luck, I could cry. I know in the scheme of things this is a really trivial moan, but isn’t it always the little things that push you over the edge. Feeling very sorry for myself. Love Cate PS Holiday, what holiday!!!!