I found her wandering about in her room, clothes strewn everywhere, and most shockingly, their beautiful bronze statue of a man and woman was broken. The woman's head had been snapped off. How on earth she'd managed it, I'll never know. The television was also blaring out, and I couldn't turn down the volume as Mum had lost the remote. I felt like screaming and running out.
I saw one of the carers and asked about the sculpture, but she didn't know it had been broken, so she couldn't help. Back in the room, I put the clothes away, tidied up, and sat with my Mum on the sofa, but I was very angry about the broken sculpture as I'd bought it in 2006 for their 40th Wedding Anniversary. It's extremely heavy, so I can't think how it was broken.
It wasn't the most successful of visits, and before I left, lugging the sculpture and the head with me so that Keith could glue it back, I asked how Mum was when I wasn't there. The carer assured me she was fine, so I'm starting to wonder whether her behaviour is just for my benefit... Last week, she was lovely, and we had a wonderful time looking at old photos, but today she was emotional and moody. Sometimes, I feel as if she's punishing me.
I returned home in the gloomiest of moods, and didn't feel like doing anything, and certainly not cooking liver, bacon and onions as we'd planned. I didn't even feel like making my porridge for tomorrow's breakfast at work! Keith managed to glue the woman's head back on, but there is a chip next to the head, so it will never be the same.
Instead of liver for dinner, we had sausages, and Keith made a batter to make a toad in the hole. After we'd eaten, we watched the first episode of Silent Witness, and it was great, if a little dated!
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