Okaasan said "Sorry!" to me this morning.
This is the funny old thing about dementia- what is remembered, and what isn't.
She can't remember that the machine in her handbag is a telephone and that you press the numbers on it to get a free phone call home.
But she can remember that I was non too happy with her last night - and come and apologise in the kitchen this morning.
Odd. Odd. Odd.
Should do my taxes this morning and check a narration script for next week.
Think I'll go skiing instead.
Winter holidays nearly finished.