Swanny, I'm so glad you're going to be involved in the Protect Study. My mum had dementia, eventually being sectioned, which was awful. I wish I had known then what I know now about that dreadful disease.
At this point, I'm going to come over all slushy ... can I say what a great place this is. I was given the heads-up by Cornergran because I was getting fed up with the some of the squabbling and point scoring, masquerading as rational argument on the main pages. I've just spent a while working backwards through the messages (yep, just like you do, Corner!) and you're all ... pauses while searching for words ... just like me. Not sure if that's a good thing, but I get the feeling we're all pretty normal - just keeping on keeping on, because that's what we do. There are some people coping with some right rubbishy stuff here. It's a testament to the atmosphere in the Kitchen that you can come here and know we'll care. I've just thought, I guess all the above rambling is an anti-rant, isn't it?
Meanwhile, in RetroTowers, it's pretty quiet, mostly because I've temporarily lost the hearing in one ear. All bunged up, according to the Nurse at the docs, who prescribed olive oil drops till next Wednesday, then a good old syringing out. I'd hope she'd take an industrial strength hose to it last week, but apparently one has to do the oil thing first nowadays. Driving me potty it is too. I feel slightly befuddled, which is even worse than my normal confused and slightly out of step state. Just been to the hairdressers and explained to her and she still kept on trying to talk over the noise of the flippin' hairdryer!
On the upside, I now have a justifiable reason for having the subtitled on when watching telly. Himself complains normally, but as long as I have a duff ear, he shuts up about it. I think he's secretly glad, as he's currently in denial about being hard of hearing himself.
Talking of Himself, it's time to do the housewife bit, lay the table, open the fridge and cooks whatever falls out. I'm not a natural domestic goddess, but he'll be in soon. Bless him, he's not one to expect his tea on the table as soon as he comes in, but I was brought up in the 1950s, so it's bred into me. I draw the line at wearing a pinny though.
See you all soon.