This week has been my first week back at work after two weeks off. I have to say I did not want to return, but needs must. I do have a Lotto ticket for tonight though the odds of winning if you work it out more precisely are 0.000000n which is practically zero. We must though maintain our dwindling hope for sure!
So I am back to visiting mum less frequently. Today she was in her room and sat in her recliner and quite perky when I first walked in. I could just make out what she said 'Oh your a big fella' -I am 6ft 4ins. She was quite chatty with no meaningful words for about five minutes and then her gaze kicked in and I could tell she clearly had not slept again but had wandered all night which has been a common theme now for the last 4 years. She did make me chuckle when she opened the paper bag and found there was the usual cake inside which she ate, not surprisingly. Out of her chit chat she said something I could make out which surprised me which was 'your a good man' and the rest I couldn't understand. She was clearly exhausted after her nightly adventures so I left as she dosed again. The usual chaos with her things and clothing and I did ask her carer does not folding up clothes properly require special training -I was being sarcastic perhaps with a slight hint of realism. It wouldn't have happened in my day I uttered to myself -but then these days no one seems to know what basic care is anymore -right I must not get on my soapbox, it's just so erm.....