Sunday

Eldest Sister along with all three kids and the eldest one’s wife were on visiting duty today. The morning was spent cooking and keeping as calm as possible as The Dog had had another difficult night due to all the fireworks going off.

They seemed to have had a good visit. Mum had been wide awake and very talkative. Not all her talking had been directed at real people and some of it sounded quite surreal but there had been plenty of laughter and everyone enjoyed it. Reggie had recognised them and had helped them find enough chairs. He’s a star, that man.

Mum had asked whether the kids had had their money. Eldest Sister had taken this to be a memory of when the kids were little and they’d earn extra pocket money by helping their Granddad in the garden. If that was the case then that’s an usually recent memory for Mum to have had. That was only twenty years ago. Mum never talks to me about anything more recent than sixty or seventy years ago.

They all enjoyed lunch and remarked how matter-of-factly The Dog had reacted to having a house full of guests. So different from how she was when we first got her.

I’m really proud of that little dog.

Author’s Note

My Mum is in a nursing home in a small village in the Thames Valley. The photo is not of the home. I used an AI image generator to give the reader some idea of the home she’s in.

All, some or maybe even none (you’ll never know!) of the names have been changed to protect privacy and hide real identities. If you think you recognise someone then let me know and I’ll edit the post or remove it entirely