I think it is interesting that M returned to packing to go home again last night.  Once again the washing basket is full of boxes and special things that you wouldn’t want to leave here if it was your holiday home.  I am speculating as always but I think packing was resumed in response to the events of the afternoon.

I did my best to handle the flood episode according to the ‘book of dementia’.  So adopting a no blame culture ‘I went with the flow’: if you’ll pardon the pun  I even managed to keep a smile on my face as I took off one sodden garment after another, as the clean up progressed.  Until that moment when I needed another pair of hands and things went wrong: even more water ended up on the floor.  I think it is fair to say at that stage things got a little heated and we both made unhelpful comments.  No matter a simple hug put the matter right a short while afterwards: actions speak louder than words.

So why the packing I ponder?  Then it appears to fit into place.  During the flood M felt impotent.  She had necessitated emergency measures and witnessed her old man on his hands and knees for quite some time.  Water, water, everywhere and she knew she had caused it but didn’t know how.  She couldn’t fathom how to help and when she did try to assist that white headed old miserable B**** shouted at her.  Little wonder that she wants to pack to go home.  Why would she want to stay here?

Packing to go home is a routine where M feels in control.  When she is packing she hopes it is something that will help her escape from the nightmare of DEMENTIA and that miserable old B**** who lives here.