Chat is the best opener. Tickles the fancy.
That bastard Capn had to be locked out before he’d come to bed. I am battling Torments of the Damned with my demented and oh-so-adorably eccentric parents and need my kip. Not least cos one parent at least slips out if the carer turns his back and goes missing in central London.
At which point carer has hysterics and wakes me up to fix it.
It’s miserable.
In a way it’s good that no one talks about dementia care cos it’s so shocking and draining there just isn’t anything to say, even if you had the energy.
The big stuff - the medical truths, the facts of quite how destructive a failing human can be - are in many cases socially unacceptable to mention.
No one in their right mind needs to hear that stuff, more to the point. Details are hard to beat for inducing futility and depression in the sunniest soul.
Here is Capn on my knee graciously eating Dreamies in Likelix sauce, topped with lightly crumbled pain pills.