Maureen’s downward spiral just seems to be going on and on and I am still waiting for a plateau as her dementia continues to progress.  We have just been into Cleethorpes on a shopping mission and she looked completely bemused by her surroundings.  For those who have never darkened our door I’m talking about one main street: St Peters Avenue.

It may well be that the corner shop is all she will be able to cope with from now on.  The Avenues was not particularly busy but Maureen thought shoppers were topping up on supplies as it was weekend.  The short trip has clearly drained her and led to feeling uncomfortable: none of her clothes fit.  Thankfully the Agency are sending out a carer in an hour to help resolve the irritation caused by her underwear.  This is an area that I can no longer have any involvement in as she doesn’t want ‘a stranger’ around when she is scantily clad.

Hica, our Agency, are really supportive at the moment and the news on my respite is good. Flexible Sue, our social worker, and the Agency have pulled out all the stops so I can have some much needed time off.  I hope that the remainder of the day is relatively peaceful and I am able to get away in the morning without too much drama.