The recliner

A friend had to go into hospital for an appointment and had no one to mind her husband who has dementia. It was an early start in the dark but it proved an interesting and entertaining morning. P. wasn’t able to find the milk and I don’t think he recognised us but blossomed when we found his guitars. There followed an impromptu session of 60’s songs and karaoke as P. rediscovered old talents. He then got out his old PhD thesis and tried to explain the chemistry to me. That was probably the only failure of the morning!