Off to pick up mum ..

I went into the care home to pick up mum, this afternoon.

Initially she said I wasn't her daughter,  but not to worry - but then she changed her mind!

As we headed home she (as usual) mentioned goslings several times and asked me if I was married yet ..

At home I got her a sandwich for her tea ..  she picked at it, but ate little. After a while she said she was hungry and miserable (she NEVER says she's hungry) I asked if she'd like some cereal which usually tempts her when nothing else appeals.

I put it on the trolley in front of her. She started to spoon it onto the tray on her lap. She couldn't see why that was wrong. So in the end I had to sit next to her and spoon feed her - an all time low, I'd say.

In the bathroom a bit later she was talking to me, then after a couple of sentences she stopped, and asked me if it was her talking, or was it me.

What an awful confused world she inhabits.