The Missing Spindle

03 Dec

When I went into the bathroom this morning, the black plastic spindle set into the wall tiles that holds the toilet roll was missing. I asked mum about it but she seemed disinterested and suggested perhaps I’d done something with it. I hunted high and low and even went through the bins but I haven’t been able to find it. I don’t think it could be flushed down the loo. I daresay it will turn up!

My sister, Jean and I took mum to the garden centre this morning – one of those fancy ones with a café and lots of expensive knick-knacks to buy. We ordered coffees and a scone with butter for mum. We realised that she is finding it difficult now to manage something as easy as cutting and buttering a scone. We did it for her in the end but sometimes it’s difficult to decide whether to let her struggle or step in and take over. If I take over every task she’s bound to forget things quicker – isn’t she?? I really don’t know the answer.

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Posted by on December 3, 2011 in Diary


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