Tales of the unexpected

We went back to the recently restored Muslim cemetery on Horsell Common, which was absolutely lovely. Conceptually simple and true to the original purpose. And lots of people walking through, which was nice. And afterwards we walked through the streets of the relatively posh estate that backs on to it, and enjoyed half an hour of nosing and being self appointed architectural critics.


As for the rest:


Went to visit Aged P. She was better than I expected but a lot worse than when I had seen her properly just over two weeks ago. The good news was that she was up, dressed and wearing some new jewellery, and had eaten a cooked breakfast, managing to feed herself as well. The staff seemed genuinely delighted that she had rallied, saying that she was “the one that keeps us going”. But she was rambling more and had clearly lost weight and muscle tone. She seemed to have a bit of a thing about wanting lemonade, which I need to speak to someone about.


Today’s background television was a pottery equivalent of “bake off” which was a very strange affair. “I don’t want any sagging or flopping rims” said the woman in a Mary Berry role as the potters were given the task of throwing dinner plates. It’s usually cookery programmes when I visit, and this did nothing to make me a fan of pottery.

By the time it got to lunch, the automatic doors opening on to the garden were activating themselves and then banging shut at random; perhaps the fact that it was beautifully sunny day had something to do with it, as if the residents were being invited to walk out into the sunshine ….