THIRTY EGGS

8am
Mum was particularly disoriented this morning, for the second day in a row. She didn't have a clue about what she needed to go shopping. Could just be a low crest on the bumpy road to nowhere, but paired with the additional engagement she is displaying later in the day - it seems likely that the Mirtazapine anti-depressants might be responsible for these higher highs and lower lows.

"No, we don't need eggs, we have 1.. 2.. 3..  thirty eggs. We don't need tea. Bread, get some bread, the bread bin's nearly empty"

Once she's gone I realise that Mum has just moved the bread somewhere else. I wonder what she'll come back with?

10.20am
My Mother came back from the supermarket with... Local-sister. There must have had an orange sticker on her forehead. She's washing Mum's hair in the shower.

The missing money reappeared this morning. I guess The Gremlin had a pang of conscience.

4.10pm
Mum is eating more today. For lunch she had a whole can of vegetable soup and two slices of toast.