Well, I'm now on the care home trail. Shorlisted six in the area and saw three of those yesterday.

I even plucked up the courage to show mum the handbook with all the homes in it. She seemed resigned to the fact, but tomorrow she may have forgotten and we start again. In some ways I'm glad I don't know what she's saying as it might just break my heart...

Walking into her house is hard enough, when she's not there and I know she won't be back. Surrounded by her belongings, her life, her feelings and emotions, her friends and family photos... and she'll never see most of it again.

I must find some way to cheer up this blog, it's getting depressing!