Not my garden

The garden belongs to my husbands aunt, so whilst not mine, I do get to enjoy it.

I'm making the most of it as our aunt is rapidly declining with vascular dementia. It's such a cruel illness, stripping away her memories.

We managed to persuade her to leave the house today. First time this year. All thanks to a borrowed wheelchair from the British Red Cross and a nephews charm on his beloved aunt. So out for coffee, a wheel around the clothes shops then home for soup and cake that I'd made.