“IT’S such a privilege to look after our elderly parents isn’t it?” came the question from the district nurse.
I burst into tears. I was in the middle of Woolworths weeping into the phone as shoppers tried to avoid me. “I would have done anything for my dad,” I told her, “but it’s so hard when no matter what I do for Mum I get shouted at.”
Funny, isn’t it, when you think that in all the years of growing up, including going through those terrible teenage years when Mum never raised her voice, here she was now reducing me to tears every day. I know now that it is because she has dementia.