Once each month I go with a group of ukulele players to play for a group of Alzheimer's patients and their carers. Today was such a day. We play old songs - really old ones like Pack up your Troubles, traditional ones like Daisy Bell - some which were sung by Elvis, the Beatles and such like. In other words, songs which might jog the memories of people who have very limited areas of memory left. I wish you could see how much they enjoy the singing (most of them sing), the laughing, the sense of togetherness, the cup of tea and biscuit, in fact everything about the afternoon. It is a privilege to be part of it. And it is humbling too.
Eighteen degrees this afternoon and really for the first time up here in the North, a lovely Spring day. This morning after my morning walk with Tess I did a few gardening jobs -mainly watering and sweeping up moss which has fallen from the roof of the bungalow, but physical exercise. I need to keep this up as it is so important. Yesterday's exercise class told me this quite clearly so I have my sheet of notes out on the kitchen unit where it will stay for now - certainly until I can balance more easily and get up from my kitchen chair without a struggle.
I read from John's blog (Going Gently) that he has fallen. I too fell at the week-end. These things usually go in threes so be careful all readers out there.