I'm staying with my mom in the days preceding my brother-in-law's funeral. So I travelled up to Birmingham by train yesterday neatly sidestepping the Cornish pasties and lattes at the station with my bottle of water and my banana.
Arriving at 5.30, this is what my mother offered me in the hours before she went to bed at 9.00: cherry cake, egg custard tart, Lambrusco, chocolate and kitkat. trouble with dementia, she never remembers what you've told her and thinks I'm 10 years old and wanting sweet treats. 😁 ignoring the filthy looks when I say no to most of it, I take the custard tart because I like it and have room in my calorie allowance.
In the fridge there is full cream milk because that's what she would buy for us when we would visit with the boys when they were small (they're 22 and 21 and not even arriving till Tuesday).
Today I'm doing the shopping. The nearest decent shops are half a mile away up a hill which is ideal. I've had a good breakfast of weetabix and banana so I'm off to get fresh fruit and veg, salad and yogurt. 😀
I can totally do this!