This weekend was beautiful weather wise here. On Saturday I took mum for a walk (wheelchair) along the canal , down through a street market and then had snacks in a local park. Mum wanted to go home around 2pm. Mum was much more alert and seemed to be enjoying the day. It was as similar story on Sunday when we went over to the Olympic park and along the river bank there, stopping off for snacks and coffee. I have found people to be very accommodating, from the emergency trip to the loo - facilitated by the local lido- and the café that happily turned down the volume on the music when asked. Mum is very clingy when home, and told me yesterday that nobody wants her because nobody ever visits. As soon as we are home mum wants to be out. I tried tiring her out walking her round the garden and then round the block but it seems as she gets more tired she gets more tearful. I wish she could hold to the memory of the day. Its so cruel that all she seems to feel is lost. I have been told by one of the carers that she keeps asking where her mum is. Several times yesterday mum called me mum and I just held her hand and smiled and told her I loved her.