It's the little things...

Today I visited my mum at her care home, an outdoor garden visit, the first time I've seen her since last September, and joy of joys I was allowed to see her on my own and to hold her hand and give her a hug when I left. It was a short visit curtailed by the rain, but not before I prattled on with nine months worth of news and a pile of memories. I have no idea how much of it she took in but she was much more responsive at the end of the visit than at the start of it.