We had a lovely evening yesterday watching an Emmylou Harris concert on YouTube.  She is a recent discovery of ours a belated rave from long ago.  Just In case you are not familiar with her songs here is one of our favourites: Making Believe. Then buffering started and we waited for the Internet to get up to speed:  I will just have to spend some more of our cash and get cable installed.

To go back to Emmlou we had sang along for  the best part of an hour, then the natural break occurred and M took herself off in the interval.  She was gone for a while and I busied myself with something; even dozed off.  When I came round and the buffering continued I switched to  a T V channel, to watch how James Bond was pursuing the latest villain.  I caught up with 007’s latest antics for a while, and then decided I had better check up on my wife.

Bet you have guessed what she was doing by now.  Yes there she was in our utility room packing to go home.  I would suspect that she went into the kitchen; called into the downstairs loo/utility room, forgot why she was there, and decided to get some things together for the homeward journey in the morning.

It all seems to fit together somehow.  If you wanted to get away from somewhere you would plan your escape.  You wouldn’t want to leave the nightmare of dementia without some of your own things.