I took the dog to see dad today and he went down very well with the inhabitants. The exquisite lady (Margaret) was still there wearing the most elegant of clothes. Hugo went up to her when she petted him and then he jumped up......The beautifully woven skirt got caught up in his nails and pulled a number of threads. She was quite charming about this social disgrace but called the carer over to try and pull the threads through. Unfortunately, only one of them returned to normal. She informed everyone that it was a new skirt. Her story came out whilst I was sitting with dad. Her husband had suffered a bad accident hence her change of circumstances. Tom (elderly with walking issues) couldn't understand why he was expected to stay the night; did his wife know where he was, would anyone be coming to get him, today. Margaret did her best to explain that he would be staying the night, over and over again. He couldn't retain the information and became quite upset. Another gentleman, Tom, looked over my shoulder and asked if that was the sea outside. No, I replied, we are in Crowborough, the highest point in Sx and far away from the sea.

Oh, I thought we were in Eastbourne he said.

Dad ignores them all and continues to sleep. He looks very rested but is wearing someone else's clothes and doesn't have his glasses on, again. He has also lost his toothbrush.