Today, for the first time since she went into care six weeks ago, I took my Mum out for a few hours. She had a fall, and couldn't walk, but is now recovered. I took the dog, collected Mum, who was promptly pounced on by dog and almost licked to death, and we went to a large park near her care home (I'm not sure I dare bring her home). It was a lovely few hours - we walked quite a lot, probably much more than she has in weeks, the dog was scampering around, then we sat on a bench having a chat. She was so happy to be there! We finished sitting outside the park cafe with a very large cappuccino each, enjoying the glorious weather. I got her back to the home just in time for her lunch. I have been feeling guilty about her going into a home, and I suppose I always will, but at least I can give her outings, when she is up to it and the weather allows, not to mention little treats when I visit. Today has made me feel better about the situation, especially since there was no problem when I took her back. I left her with her very nice lunch - tired but happy.