Cherry blossom.
A rather challenging visit to see my brother today. He asked if my Mum and I wanted one - but he didn’t know what the one was. I didn’t like to tell him that Mum died over 40 years ago.
He wants to buy a few houses to do up and he wants to buy a cinema. He thinks there’s money in it and that I could be an usherette.
He wants to sell lost property and he could tie that in with the hockey and with a Special Constable called Bill.
He doesn’t know who Paul is (it’s his son) and thought I was my sister.
But apart from that, he’s fine.
This is so much better than when he was unable to communicate.