Succession on a Slope
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Towards the end of the afternoonAfter an afternoon talking about art etc. with Helen and John it's rush hour so Barbara and I take the country roads home. As the Black Bull at Midgley looms ahead and we decide to call in for a pasta. It's still early and quiet so we can't help overhearing bits of the conversation on the next table: 'It's a change coming here from having a meal at the home, isn't it?' says the daughter to her mum. 'Do I live in a home? I didn't know. I'll remember when I'm there.' 'Yes, you had an accident and you've got to stay in there until they say it's all right for you to go back to your bungalow.' 'Do I have a bungalow? I'll remember when I see it.' Some older women have an ability to be relaxed - 'dotty' - about the onset of memory loss. My father, who had always been very much in control of things, found it hard to cope with and became frustrated and anxious when he became aware of what was happening to him when he started to suffer from a condition similar to Alzheimer's. But memory loss is strangely specific and, when the daughter starts discussing some medicine they need to call for after the meal, the mother immediately informs her that the local chemist's is open until 6.30 in the evening. Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk |