We're in this vicious cycle where MIL doesn't realise that there is any problem so she flies into a rage if anybody tries to help her because she's fine and how dare anybody suggest otherwise. When I suggest we do some shopping she usually says she went yesterday, or she's going tomorrow. (She didn't and isn't.) If I manage to get her into a supermarket and drag her round with me "because I need some shopping" she wouldn't buy anything unless prompted, and even with major prompting she rarely buys more than a couple of things. I push the trolley up to things I know she likes and discuss whether or not to get some myself. this works about one fifth of the time. Maybe less. Going to the supermarket takes almost four hours including the obligatory coffee and cake before and after and she buys maybe three things if I'm lucky. She thinks she cooks dinner every night but actually any fresh vegetables she buys get shoved in the cupboard under the sink and left to rot. If she goes to a supermarket by herself she usually leaves empty handed because she can't make decisions. A friend of the family's grand-daughter once drove her home because MIL stood and stared at the cauliflowers for the entire time it took the friend of the family's grand-daughter to do a massive weekly shop and she was worried about her. MIL won't accept regular shopping deliveries from us, she flies into a rage or she pretends to be fine and then lobs it all in the wheelie bin before we've even put the key in the ignition to go home. I can get away with dropping something round that I "saw on special offer" sometimes, but we often find those things in the bin too. At the moment she's constipated and also suffering from faecal incontinence. She refuses to take anything or see the doctor, but she is also ringing the doctor's surgery surgery regularly and raging at them and then hanging up abruptly when they can't give her an appointment "now". When we take her to the doctor's at her request she can't remember why she wanted to go and so just shouts "liars!" at us when we try to explain. She is also sleeping from Loose Women to Coronation Street every afternoon and so not sleeping at night and living exclusively on coffee, bread and margarine and Mr Kipling's cakes. Oh goodness. I'm so sorry for this essay. What I would like please is suggestions for store cupboard items that I can put in her cupboards "in case of bad weather so she doesn't have to go out in ice and snow if she doesn't want to" (nothing to do with her capacity.) I'm so exhausted from dealing with her at the moment that I'm drawing a bit of a blank after tinned fruit. Any ideas?