So this weekend I spent in a lovely town called Tunbridge Wells in Kent (I’ve just gotten on my train home as I’m typing this on my iPhone)
I’ve been before, working as a live in cater to a lovely lady that unfortunately is suffering with Alzheimer’s, who I’ll simply refer to as J. Well it’s been a year since I’ve seen J last, and I’m sorry to say that her condition has gone severely downhill. I didn’t expect her to remember me, but she also didn’t remember the name of the carer who replaced me or her husband. I bloody hate this disease / condition. I was almost in tears so many times this weekend thinking about it, and was thinking maybe I shouldn’t have said I could help this weekend.
I need to get very drunk as soon as humanly possible I think 😢