Don’t know where to begin today. Nothing specific has happened – it’s just the steady decline that is becoming more and more apparent.
This morning the toaster ‘wouldn’t work’ – Mum hadn’t put any bread in it. Then she left the cold tap running. Then she couldn’t understand the fact that I had to go out but her hairdresser was coming at 10.30. I went over it maybe a dozen times and was really nervous about leaving her alone for a couple of hours.
When I got home, she had got changed and had her handbag out. I asked why and she said she needed it if she was going out. I told her she wasn’t going out but she got upset and said I’d told her she was!
Whilst watching TV she suddenly turned to me and asked if I was taking the lady home in my taxi.
This evening, Jean called round for an hour and Mum got upset when she went to leave. She couldn’t grasp the fact that I was staying. She seems to mix us up more and more. I dread the time when she won’t be able to distinguish between us, or even recognise us at all!