Today I'm thinking about my brother. When I was looking after mum he would come round to see us, he would talk to me but only at mum ! He would get moody if she asked the same question or came out with something silly. Just go with the flow I would say to him, answer her questions and let mum join in the conversation. But he couldn't, the sad thing is she knew this, when he left mum would look at me and smile, 'he doesn't like me being poorly does he ?' she'd say. Now there is just my brother and I , and I'm sitting here feeling let down, he'll pop in now and spend time chatting when he never used too !