This is a very self indulgent post.

I turned that corner and hit a bleak time and whilst I am trying hard to overcome my fears about the future, I feel very alone.

I called up to see mum and dad. I had scallop pies and stewed quinces for them. Mum was lost and it seemed like she was in another world. She repeated every thing dad and I said. Dad was asking how every one was: my daughters, my grandson, my partner and his daughter. Mum wasn’t even trying to work out who we were talking  about, but asked each time, “who is Elena, who is he, who is she? ”  just to stay in the conversation.

Then she looked at me and asked,

“who is looking after you?”

“No-one,” I said.

Some where in that muddled confused mind of hers … she understood.