I was very, very carefully syringing tiny amounts of tea into my Mum's mouth as dementia finally robbed her of the ability to swallow. And I was hoping it gave her some small comfort in her final days. Today, after months of procrastination, I finalised her headstone... and spilled tea all over the sofa while doing so. It seemed somewhat appropriate, given the trouble I was having with tea this time last year.
On the whole, I preferred today, despite the cold rain that's fallen for most of the day.
Tomorrow will be better. Hang on in there x