Imagination is needed here. Picture a modern architectural designed dementia specific care home. Surrounded by bushland, landscaped gardens, lovely courtyards with paved walkways enclosed by high colour-bond picket style fencing. Now I'll get to the humour. Dad been feeling a little better the last few days I decided to take him to visit mum, as I drove up the circular drive to let him out at the entrance there in full view was someones washing hooked over the fence pickets swaying in the breeze. At first I was a little shocked as I have never witnessed this before then recognised the PJ's nickers and bra's. I thought Please God No... I said to dad look mum has been washing, he wasn't amused and I laughed, it did look funny. Dad said, what she set up bl..dy camp. Any how the down side, mum was dead to the world at the dining table I quickly retrieved the washing, unbeknownst to her. I had to wake mum, as the staff said mum was going out to a cafe by the lake to have fish and chips for lunch. Mum needed to be changed and was far from impressed about having to go out. WAIT TILL SHE FINDS HER WASHING HAS BEEN LIFTED.