London

It's good to be home!
Four hour round trip to London done. We achieved a lot though. Hairdressers, shopping, prescription and a quick cup of tea. Mother is very unsteady on her feet, so only goes out when we take her. 
From being a highly independent, argumentative woman she has become very fragile very quickly. She has had a lot to contend with. Dad passed away four years ago and then her son, my brother passed away last year after developing an evil disease called Motor Neurone Disease. I must confess that it was during my brothers illness that I really became hooked on gardening. When I came home after being with and helping look after him, the garden became a place to immerse myself and get lost in my thoughts. I remember that his diagnosis came through on Christmas Eve 2011. I stayed up all night, digging up Jerusalem Artichokes at 4am ready for Christmas dinner.
Mother has been diagnosed with early onset Dementia but I have to say she is doing a bloody good job fighting it. Trips to her in London will hopefully be a thing of the past very soon as she is moving to our village. Just waiting on a date.
And yes, I shall be taking her to the allotment to meet Mrs H and help (if she wants to) out. Even if she just sits and has a cup of tea and a natter it's better than being on her own.
Oh happy day!
Sorry, that sounded a bit maudlin, but it's just a bit of background as to why we are where we are today. I'm excited for the week I don't have to do the round trip and I have Mother just down the road. I can involve her in so much more and all I want is for her to have a happy life now.
Let's hope I'm not digging up artichokes this Christmas Day. X