I did a couple of lots of washing and raked up the leaves before going to the care home with my packed lunch. I arrived just as they were changing her position. Today she was quite talkative for someone with end stage dementia, she asked “Where is the old bloke?” When I was trying to feed her some potato and puréed carrot and gravy she asked for”Decent food, like cake”, which made me giggle. She did have some cake, hers and mine. I left once she was asleep, after an afternoon of me singing and reading to her. And hand holding.