Three of us visited Dad last Sunday including my sister and my daughter. It was 2.30 in the afternoon and we were told that dad was having a shower. We didn't ask why but sat down in the dining room to wait. He turned up, looking very scrubbed, about fifteen minutes later and sat down with us while the staff went off to make us tea. My sister asked dad if he knew who we were. He looked at her and said, "Well, you're V....." he nodded to my daughter saying "and that's B..." then he looked at me and said "I don't know who this young lady is sitting next to me though!"

He had had a haircut in true Brighton style, shaved short leaving him looking a bit like an old Grant Mitchell. He seemed quite happy and certainly looked well despite wearing 'Georges' glasses.

We tried to make conversation that he could relate to but it is difficult. Finally, as we were leaving, he volunteered, "Well, I suppose I'm stuck here then". We agreed and left him heading for the sitting room. He had eaten all the biscuits.

As we tried to get out (there are two doors with lots of locks) I was waylaid by an elderly lady who couldn't lift her head off her chest. She was leaking from her eyes, her nose and her mouth and I began to panic that I would be shutting the door in her face. I hate to be cruel and it is sad to just leave as she is trying to communicate with me.