Day 48… For the observant or trolls and stalkers its now been nearly 7 weeks since my life changed, I didn’t notice it coming, but looking after Mum has become a part time situation, its not a job, I’m not being paid. And I’m not being serious either. Having not spent this much time with her since I was 12 (42 years ago) its a funny old situation.

Things I’ve realised: She was lonely and saw people only sparsely throughout her week; someone took the bins out for her, someone dropped in occasionally for a brew. She walked uptown the post box, and she went out for food, bananas, ham, bread, tomatos, salad cream and micro-meals. She is frailer than I thought she was, but I aim to train her up by walking her to the shops and the church (I have to remain outside, we don’t want any hangings). She’s better off than I thought, but thats her business and the money section in the daily mail stokes her decision making process. Theres not much I can do about that. She’s deaf and complains the hearing aids don’t work properly. They don’t work properly unless you use them properly. Theres no end of stuff from boxes which we have unpacked, still more, but the next step is to decide what to sell/ get rid of, this will be a summer escapade, maybe a “yard sale” (one door the American folks)

Having said all this, I’m enjoying seeing her for at least 30 minutes every day (so far) discussing the same things over and over again which is probably down to my not sorting out the things she’s asking me to do! I’ve only got so much headspace.

Be kind to your Mum, you may not get another one