M1, M6

We got top marks for flat clearance from the sheltered flat's manager.

Visited G's mum in her care home. She was happy, content and introduced us to all our new friends. Most have dementia that is more advanced than hers and she was so kind and loving towards them.
She couldn't remember when G's dad died or if she had owned a computer. She told us she needed more money because she goes up to London regularly and also tried to tell us that she was allowed to accompany us down to reception on her own, to wave bye bye, but we're not easily fooled. 

She is having problems grasping that G now takes care of her money and that she can't phone the bank to find out her bank balance. I think we have been through this ten or fifteen times. I don't think she is going to get it, but we will carry on explaining.

But, for the first time in ten years or more it was possible to have a conversation with her, at her level, rather than being talked at continually, because she isn't lonely any more. She is part of a community that brings her pleasure, reassurance and security. All in a purpose built, locked, dementia home in Milton Keynes. 

Then we headed home.

Lagging behind with my blips. I can predict that I'm going to have a cracking migraine that will lay me out all day on Tuesday 13th Dec.