All calm on the Western front

Last night I went out to a Christmas show with my mum, brother and other half. It was the first time in a good while my mum hadn't been round to my grandparents of an evening, but so far, so good. I don't want to tempt fate though as last time she skipped a day my granny got her knickers in a right twist (perhaps, circumstances considered, that's not a great term to use) and I got called on my mobile at work - never a good sign. I think it was the product of a brainwave of the Crossroads lady - I went and bought an old shirt and chopped a button off it for her to "mend" (this being something she's always pestered me to give her to do). The first one I did was fine, but the call I got was regarding the second, because "noone's been round to collect it, I waited up last night and noone came, so how do I know you will today? I do these things for people...". There goes another idea to keep her busy and make her feel useful :o(

Apparently the day following the outburst my granny was fine. I suppose that's an up side of dementia - that although some things will linger, not everything that upsets you today will upset you tomorrow. Mercifully you will forget some of the things that make you sad in life, even if you also forget a lot of the things that made you happy.