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Pulling out the last slice of bread from the packet, my mum Doris frowned.
I’ll need to get some more bread,’ she sighed.
It was 2003, and Mum, then 79, was treating me and my dad Robert, then 81, to lunch.
Tucking into our sandwiches, Mum frowned.
‘I’ll need to get some more bread,’ she said.
‘I know, Mum,’ I replied gently. ‘You just said that.’
For a while now, Mum had been more forgetful, repeating herself all the time, and often talking about the past.
A few days later, I got a worried call from a friend.
‘I found your mum walking down the middle of the road,’ she said.
Mum had gone out to the shops, but forgot how to get home, and was wandering…