After work I head out to my mum's place to assess the situation. She is up, dressed, reasonably well orientated and coherent. But she is still not eating properly and I fear she is continuing to lose weight. For the first time I put it to her that if we cannot restore her appetite she will considered as not safe to be left alone in the house and will therefore have to live in an OPH. There. It is done: a rubicon has been crossed. She is not as horrified as I feared might have been the case, but does insist she can still manage at home, especially if she gets some more help with shopping etc.
My task now, and I do not relish it, is to try and organise this. First step: chase up the social workers and get them to do an assessment visit. Wish me luck...
After leaving her, to clear my head, I have a long, strenuous walk in the dunes nearby, under dazzling blue skies that have prevailed for the last few days. This is our Indian summer. Pray God it continues.
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