Well, I went down and visited my fashion accessory this morning. She seemed tired so said little but I reminisced and she did now and then say 'I do vaguely remember'. But, as one of the carers said, she was clearly listening and laughed when I told her a story about DGS.I enjoy my visits to her, even though it is a bit of a journey. I will miss them when they stop, which they will inevitably.
I worked as a volunteer Home Advisor with Age UK for 10 years and I thoroughly enjoyed the company of the many people I met doing that work. Many had had such interesting lives. One I remember was in the navy during WW2, on an escort ship for the Arctic convoys, anotherat the siege of Mont Cassini, one lady told me about growing up on a farm I knew in the 1920s. I became close to several of them and remember them with affection. I only met one whom I actively disliked.