Today I have just moved mum from her care home where we used to live to one up here in the East Midlands. Mum's lovely carer B was so concerned about ensuring the new lot of carers know how to look after mum, and is phoning me later to check she is OK. I'm hoping mum will settle, her mood was extremely volatile, but she had a couple of moments of almost clarity, for instance saying in reply to me saying I like green and wear a lot of it, that her daughter did too. B was of the opinion I was doing the right thing, as he seemed to be gently hinting that he thinks she is beginning to get to the end of life, though that may well be a way off yet, and she should be somewhere near family.
I'm booked in to see her on Saturday, and all being well, that will be a regular slot.