Mum knows ( when asked) that she has a daughter Maureen. But today, it was not me. Her bottom teeth have gone missing, but I'm not doing anything other than asking the staff to keep their eyes open. Since she couldn't even manage a Violet creme chocolate the other day she won't be missing much in the food line....good old Ensure seems to be keeping her going and two squares of a bacon sandwich....to everyone's amusment that offer is greeted with alacrity. She is dirty...her hair has not been washed in weeks, her ears and her neck are black, her fingernails.....don't get me started. It's not the girls' fault....she's much too frail for a bath, she won't let them wash her....she'll wipe her face with the flannel and lets just one girl see to her top teeth, they keep her bottom clean and creamed, she has clean PJs and undies every day ( or more often) and she doesn't smell but this poor creature is not my Mum. Oh cruel life......it is past time she escaped this disease.