It’s starting to get dark, and I cross the living room to draw the curtains. She watches me from an armchair. “I’m glad you’re feeling better this evening”, I say.
“What do you mean, ‘feeling better’?”
I grin. “Well, you spent most of the day saying you hated this house and were going to sell up and move to a care home.”
She stares at me, outraged. “Really? I’ve never said that in my life!”
“You said it this afternoon.”
“Oh, I probably just said it to annoy you.”
I can’t help laughing to myself. “Honestly, one of these days someone should write us all into a sitcom”.
“What? I can’t hear you!”
“I was just saying it was funny that you said you said you wanted to be in a care home just to annoy me.”
“When did I say that?”
“Really?” She settles back into the cushions. “Oh well. I probably said it just to annoy you.”
Alzheimer’s is a frightening, helpless disease to have, and sad and exhausting for carers. But sometimes, at the same time, it’s priceless.