In bed

1 When I arrived about 1530 on 12 April, the lovely lady (TLL) was being put to bed. Whilst I waited, I was able to use the Snoozeroom - I have forgotten the actual term, a room which has been given over to relaxation. The user sits in a comfortable chair and watches a display of tranquil scenes on the wall. I also heard that the lady was still doing well, that she was still a pleasure to deal with.

2 The manager took me to the lady's room. She was in bed, looking quiet and comfortable. She looked at me, and she continued to look at me for the duration of my visit. However, there was no sign of recognition. I chatted to her in the customary way, that is, I held a one-sided conversation. I used the familiar names, including June, Terry, Graham, Ashmore, the shop, and so on. She listened, but she did not reply in any way.

3 I heard that she was doing well, that she was much as she had been on the previous visit (when, remember, she was 92 going on 91). She rose early. She joined the others in the day-room, and she had her lunch with the others. Then, sometime after lunch, she was sufficiently tired to warrant a return to her room and to bed.

4 Whilst I was there, I was able to feed her some soup. I also held a cup whilst she drank from it. I had a cup of tea for myself, and I also was given some sandwiches.

5 Once again, she was easy to visit. I was with her for about an hour and a half, during which time I alternated between talking to her and having a look at my newspaper. All the while, she remained alive to me.

6 I hope that she was aware of me, that she had some sense that I was visiting her, that I wanted to be in touch with her. I said Goodbye. I had no doubt that she was in good hands, in the hands of people who cherished her. I hope she realises that she is cherished.