To Wallingford

A glorious morning along the Siuth Bank taking a load of photos on the big camera before entraining to Gatwick to pick up a hire care and head to Wallingford.

My Mum in good shape but somehow faded, less there. But me turning up is probably also quite a shock in itself. I’m here for three more days so maybe a more nuanced view will emerge.

But lovely to see her, cut her toenails, do a crossword and just sit or sing snatches of long- remembered tubes and songs. The staff in the home very welcoming and warm and new and recognised faces amongst the residents. How resilient and brave they all are.

Lovely to see my sister in the evening and lay more planks together on the bridge of moving on and getting over.