You Know it’s a Slow Blipday….

… If you blip food!

This is the remains of a cake-box of goodies from a trip to Macclesfield the other day.
Himself was expecting it to be a kind of brownie, and thus felt it was ‘disappointing’. I knew it was a chocolate and pistachio flapjack and thought it was fab.
Which all goes to show something… (But what ?)… Our expectations probably inform our experience?
I’m pleased there’s a bit left anyway. Now he can have the flapjack experience too!

I had a chat with the Eldest Elderly, who was already in bed, feet up, by 6pm this evening.
I said it was good to have feet up; probably ‘good for us all to do so’.
Pause…
… ‘Yes. They are an essential part of one’s anatomy’, was the response.

Sometimes I feel I’m talking to the old nun from ‘Call the Midwife’. The vocabulary is astonishing. Emotions though?
Much less available.

Dementia is quite a journey. (Not complaining, just noticing).