A Problem

A Problem.

We seem to have a problem. Its in Mums new house, in the vicinity of the window. Its mainly first thing in the morning and last thing at night. We are struggling  to ascertain the exact nature of the problem.

It usually starts with Mum beckoning me either into her room or out of the front door. This will be followed by a lot of pointing and gesturing. Something around the window has met with her disapproval. This morning it started in the room at 10.00. We broke down the constituent parts...

• Do you like the window?      
• Yes
• Do you like the nets?             
• Yes
• Do you like the blind?           
• Yes
• Do you like the windowsill? 
•  Yes
• Do you like the view?            
• Yes
• So is everything ok?                
• No

Round and round and round we go. 

Can you tell me what the problem is Mum? Its....Ten.....its.....here......its........

Points and waves at the window.

Goes outside and points and waves more. 

After the best part of two hours of this I am crushed. 

Luckily we agree on a truce and adjourn for tea and toast.

As I write this I am preparing for this evenings bout.

Dementia causes a lot of crossed wires and short circuits. A sufferer will not see, hear, say or comprehend things in the same way as us. The problem that is manifesting itself to mum may not even exist in the "real" world. Maybe we will get to the bottom of it or maybe just a case of grin and bear it.

Copy.

In other matters, attended a copywriting course hosted by The Copywriting Coach. An excellent course and I am ignoring everything I learnt on the day here. Sorry Gillian! The main reason for attending  the course was to get valuable pointers for assembling the vast amount of draft material I have for dementiacarer.com and hopefully start to publish some of it. A great course and lots of useful information taken on board.