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Lights and Lamps

Mum now has a new problem at night.  When she gets up for the bathroom she turns on her bedside lamp then as she gets to the bedroom door, she turns on the main light.  When she comes back from the bathroom, she gets into bed and turns off the lamp then realises she’s left the main light on.  She gets out of bed to turn it off and is left in the dark to get back into bed.  Very confusing – it took me a long time to work out what was happening as all I could hear was the light switch being turned on and off.  She tells me her lights have all stopped working properly.

I’ve considered night-lights but I’m worried that if it’s not dark in her bedroom, she’ll think it’s morning and start getting up again.  Maybe something to run past the OT.

She’s slept pretty well for the past few nights but she got up early this morning – about 5 a.m. – and I heard her talking so I got up to ask what was the matter.  She said she’d heard a woman with a baby and was looking for them!

A rather sad thing that happened yesterday – My daughter, Daisy, is looking for a flat in Manchester so I showed Mum details of the ones we are going to view in a few days.  A little while later I thought Mum looked a bit upset so I asked her what was wrong.  She replied that she was worried about me moving – she thought that I was moving to Manchester.  I spent quite some time sitting with her and reassuring her that I’m going nowhere!

On a lighter note, when Mum came home from hospital the other day she was absolutely exhausted but didn’t seem to want to sleep and had verbal diarrhoea.  Some of her funnies included:

“Let’s have a fancy dress parade – I’ll be Snow White.”

“Shall we say a position in life – a dricket – it’s what you have when you’re ill.”

“What will all the chaps say when you go to work and it’s all wiggy.”

Me: “Why have you taken your glasses off?”

Mum: “Because I can’t see without them!”


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Posted by on March 12, 2012 in Diary



The Zenith of Stupidity

A bad morning. Soon after mum got up, she came to find me to ask how to fill the kettle. That’s a first! I had to show her how to take the kettle to the cold tap but then she couldn’t turn on the tap. When we had successfully put the kettle on, I reminded her that she doesn’t normally have a hot drink with breakfast!

We had a visit to the dentist this afternoon. Mum doesn’t let me go in with her – one of her last stands of independence. She is delighted to walk back into the waiting room on the arm of her young, handsome dentist!

Her hairdresser calls tomorrow morning and I have put a card and present ready for her. We have had at least half a dozen discussions about this then just as mum is going to bed, she comes over to me and says ‘Before I forget, have I got a present for the hairdresser?’ Aaaaaagh!

It’s definitely not been a good day but has been interspersed with funny moments. At one point after talking gobbledegook for a while, she told me not to worry. She had reached the zenith of stupidity!

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Posted by on December 12, 2011 in Diary



An Elfin’s Torpedo

Mum has a habit of making up new words lately. Some of them are so good that they have become integrated in normal family chat. Today was a particularly prolific day for new words. I made her a cup-a-soup and she described it as ‘farmy’ meaning not very nice. Another word that appeared today was ‘wolvine’. That apparently means the opposite of grim.

She has also been asking where Milly Molly Mandy (an Enid Blyton character) is today.

My 33-year-old daughter has been visiting this week and mum asked her how many times she closed her eyes. My daughter, Daisy, said ‘I’m not sure Gran. How about you?’ to which mum replied ‘Once a week on a Thursday afternoon.’

Later, at teatime when a tiny piece of grated cheese escaped onto the tablecloth mum said it wasn’t cheese, it was an elfin’s torpedo.

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Posted by on November 23, 2011 in Diary