As you will have seen from my earlier post A Rude Awakening I’m not having a good day. Same story yesterday when we didn’t make it to see the carnival as I failed to give Maureen enough time to prepare for watching the parade.
Our afternoon siesta went on too long and she simply didn’t have enough time to find clothing that felt comfortable, so she retired once again to the sofa in frustration. This was a classic example of ‘fail to prepare: prepare to fail’. If I’d have got her to start changing into a suitable outfit around 3 pm then we might have made it down the road by 5 pm. Once again I’d overlooked the fact that dementia means that everything takes so much longer and the carnival wouldn’t wait for us:
Pc 70 is clearly not destined for the CID: four hours after the event I’m still no further forward in finding who rescued Maureen this morning.