Hello All
Infrequent visitor here, but absolutely with you all in spirit.
Cockroaches all round.
Sandwich - huge hugs to you. I hope the siblings step up. It's absolutely not fair it should all fall on you.
Well, I've had a real eye-opener; I thought my flabber could no longer be gasted by Mother, but...
She has a lovely friend (LF) who lives round the corner, aged 90, who has serious mobility issues but otherwise absolutely on the ball.
I've chatted to her a few times over the last year or two, and it's like talking to someone 20 or 30 years younger. Such a wide range of interests and so very kind. Lovely, lovely lady.
Anyway, M has refused to go on their regular lunch dates for the last month or two. So LF got a taxi round the corner to visit M to cheer her up.
She fell on Mum's drive as she arrived, and long story short, has a broken pelvis and a broken arm.

M didn't feel able to go out to her, as she lay in agony, but stayed in the house. 
Eventually, LF's son and an ambulance were summoned somehow. Son borrowed some scatter cushions from M to make LF comfy as they waited for the paramedics, and these were taken with her to hospital.
All, ALL, M is now concerned about now is the return of these damn cushions. When she heard I had spoken to LF's son., all she wanted to know was whether I had asked he return them. Of course that was the last thing on my mind!
On the one hand it is gobsmacking; on the other, there is an old chime of familiarity - this is how she has always been within the family - selfish to the last, if masking it a bit in front of strangers.
Dementia is not improving matters either.