Wednesday, 17 July 2019

i saw Margaret

she's been moved to a nursing home which is not too far away.  she's looking a bit more frail but generally is doing well.  she fixates on coming home which may not be possible.  i don't know.  when i got there she was in the community room playing a quiz game.  i helped her with the rest of the questions, well, not really help as we got some wrong answers.  it's a sad place.  lots of residents have dementia and were not doing well.  they'd just been served tea and coffee and spring rolls with sweet chilli sauce.  i proceeded to lean over the table to get Margaret's pen and dunked my sleeve in it.  yuk.  sticky mess.  she's worried about her garden but i explained that it's been raining a lot and her garden is fine. her daughter, who lives in america, has been in touch and Brian, her friend, visits every day.  he's a gem.