In France with dementia…

So. What’s it been like?

Six weeks travelling in the banter bus. Seeing lots and lots of France.

Map reading has been difficult, as I tend not to keep up with the speed of the bus. So I’m usually late with my directions.

I’ve slowed down. My brain, I mean. If you don’t use it you lose it.

And with dementia, I’m told, you may never reactivate it. We’ll see.

We’ve spent the last week with friends at their French house. I know, it sounds terribly middle class. Well, it is. No denying. (Sorry Roy.)

Conversations in a group of six are quite difficult to keep up with. I think too much about me, and how I might respond. I often dream back into memories. I try to make witty contributions, but have to hold my hand up to get into the conversation. And then I’m…