Hi again.
There's an elderly lady who lives by me and I often visit her to make sure she's ok. She had a stroke a couple of years back and gets very mixed up with day to day things. Because of this, I try and help as much as possible, to make life just that little easier for her and sort out any confusions she may be struggling with. Some of things she gets confused with is sad to see, but I find it somewhat comical sometimes.
The other day she asked if I could give her a lift to a friends house because she was going to give them a hand with there garden.."Not a problem I said, You name the day and I take you to them"
Yesterday after work, I gave her the lift she wanted. As I live in a rural part of the UK we soon ended driving down the country lanes whilst taking directions from her. We ended up at this remote farm. It didn't seem right to me that this was the right place so I hung back before driving home to make sure she had got the right place.
Sure enough it was the wrong place.
After a few more attempts and wrong addresses we were now on unclassified roads right up in the mountains with my poor car bottoming out in the ruts.As the time was getting on I asked, was he expecting you to be there for 4.30. She turned round and said ,no I haven't seen him for ten years.!!. I didn't question her as why or how she was going there to help with his garden. Eventually we did find the the place.
It was something thing like were the "dingles" from Emmerdale live. It was a run down farm house with scrap cars and caravans cluttering up the place. On the track up to it we were greeted with around 40 odd free range chickens blocking the road .As soon as opened the door to my car to get out one the little blighters got in and crapped on my seat.( Not impressed :-).
After a few moments this huge elderly guy came out of his house. I could not believe the size of him. He must of been at least 6"7 and looked well into his 70,s. His trousers where about fours inches to short and looked like something off the Munsters with his combat boots on.
To me ,non of this seemed right, so I stayed back to make sure she would be ok.
After a brief conversation between themselves and longer periods of silence she came back to the car and asked if we could go back home.
I still don't know now what the hell it was all about or the purpose of the visit. On the way home she just told me the same story's as when we went .
It's very sad to see someone suffering with dementia but I must admit I did have a chuckle to this adventure yesterday.
There's an elderly lady who lives by me and I often visit her to make sure she's ok. She had a stroke a couple of years back and gets very mixed up with day to day things. Because of this, I try and help as much as possible, to make life just that little easier for her and sort out any confusions she may be struggling with. Some of things she gets confused with is sad to see, but I find it somewhat comical sometimes.
The other day she asked if I could give her a lift to a friends house because she was going to give them a hand with there garden.."Not a problem I said, You name the day and I take you to them"
Yesterday after work, I gave her the lift she wanted. As I live in a rural part of the UK we soon ended driving down the country lanes whilst taking directions from her. We ended up at this remote farm. It didn't seem right to me that this was the right place so I hung back before driving home to make sure she had got the right place.
Sure enough it was the wrong place.
After a few more attempts and wrong addresses we were now on unclassified roads right up in the mountains with my poor car bottoming out in the ruts.As the time was getting on I asked, was he expecting you to be there for 4.30. She turned round and said ,no I haven't seen him for ten years.!!. I didn't question her as why or how she was going there to help with his garden. Eventually we did find the the place.
It was something thing like were the "dingles" from Emmerdale live. It was a run down farm house with scrap cars and caravans cluttering up the place. On the track up to it we were greeted with around 40 odd free range chickens blocking the road .As soon as opened the door to my car to get out one the little blighters got in and crapped on my seat.( Not impressed :-).
After a few moments this huge elderly guy came out of his house. I could not believe the size of him. He must of been at least 6"7 and looked well into his 70,s. His trousers where about fours inches to short and looked like something off the Munsters with his combat boots on.
To me ,non of this seemed right, so I stayed back to make sure she would be ok.
After a brief conversation between themselves and longer periods of silence she came back to the car and asked if we could go back home.
I still don't know now what the hell it was all about or the purpose of the visit. On the way home she just told me the same story's as when we went .
It's very sad to see someone suffering with dementia but I must admit I did have a chuckle to this adventure yesterday.
