Back at mum's

I don't know why I worry about mum's loss of memory. I'm doing it myself.

This morning I put on some porridge for breakfast, then walked out of the room and started doing something else. The next thing I know, it's black smoke and stinky burnt oats billowing in the kitchen. OOOPSS!!!!

I tell mum about my own little 'senior moments' like these, in the hope that it will make her feel better, tell her that it's ok, we all have them. I don't think it's having that reassuring effect at all; she now just thinks it's hereditary!