Tea for three and a laser guided moggie
ILOVED the story about Mollie Borrett who sparked a major search when she disappeared from her home in Essex. The 84-year-old dementia sufferer, described as fiercely independent but with memory problems, was found tucking into a meal at a luncheon club hosted by the mayor and mayoress.
This reminded me of a holiday my mother – an Alzheimer’s sufferer – and I had in Eastbourne.
Our hotel was by the sea and we enjoyed all the old-fashioned treats: ice creams along the front, listening to music at the bandstand, elevenses on Beachy Head.
One day when she was having a rest in her room I slipped out to the shops for an hour, first telling mum where I would be and promising that I would knock on her door well before dinner.
When I returned to the hotel I spotted through the glass-fronted conservatory a trio enjoying afternoon tea and decided I would put the kettle on as soon as I got up to my room.
Then I did a double take. It was my mother who was enjoying herself with the rather bemused looking young couple.
They had clearly planned a cosy tea party but my mother had other ideas. Fresh from her nap, smartly dressed, lipstick replenished – and probably given up trying to find me – had decided to join them.
I ushered her away, trying to reduce any embarrassment with a surfeit of manic smiling, very puzzled as to how mum had managed to turn Tea for Two into tea for three. “Oh, she said, “I just went up to my room and got an extra cup.”
We are looking after Fisher Junior’s cat Jangles at the moment, so are baking indoors with only the windows slightly ajar.
I am worried he will get run over or eaten by a fox, or that he’ll try and trot back home to Wales if we let him out. I also fear for the friendly robin who inhabits our garden.
Jangles seems quite happy being an indoors moggie but Mr F has decided to provide him with some home entertainment.
It seems it’s not only children who often have traditional toys replaced with high tech stuff.
Today Mr F bought a ‘laser chaser’ – the blurb says ‘great exercise for your cat as it chases the beam’. Whatever happened to a bit of old rag on a string?