Mum was very quiet again today and her hands were shaking a bit. I asked her what she wanted me to do when we run out of money for that care home and she said she cannot think straight. She still says she likes there much better and she didn’t moan about my brother at all today. But she seemed much more alert whenever I saw her in the government care home. Possibly it’s the weather? It’s raining today but somehow I managed not to get wet on the way to see her and on the way back.

There is a painting of Paris in her bedroom and she likes saying how much it reminds her when we went there together. It was, I think, 11 years ago.