Part one - the first couple of years in the home.

This blog is about the trials and tribulations of my Mum living in a so-called care home.
When Mum first went into the home she loved it. She made many friends and was well liked by the staff - they told me she was the only person who always said please and thank you.
She was grateful for every little thing they did for her. Everytime we walked in Mum was lauging and she was still laughing when we left.
Mum is a 'touchy' person and she soon had the person siting either side of her holding hands with her.
There were quizzes some afternoons when nothing else was going on and every wednesday the residents were taken out somewhere - Mum had a ball.
On tuesday mornings they made a cake to have later in the day and residents participate in the cake making.
On saturday mornings there was a church service held in the main lounge and Mum never missed a service - she loved them.
Saturday afternoon was bingo one of Mum's favourite pastimes and again Mum never missed her bingo sessions.
Some of Mum's new found friends were poorly and over a two year period all five died. When the last one died Mum was a bit lost and didn't seem to want to make any close friends again - understandable but she was still taking part in activities.