From the minute she got up, to the minute she went to bed, Jean has been in tears and repeating over and over again that she wants to go home. I told her gently (honestly) to go and she spent 20 minutes in the garden this morning in the pouring rain and howling wind, dressed in nighty, dressing gown and slipper. No amount of persuading would bring her in. This afternoon, the same. Sunshining, stood under the apple tree for nearly 30 minutes tlaking to herself and the shed door. Still wanting to go home. Boy, am I glad to day is over. Just a thought though, tomorrow might be worse.