The Wrong Trousers

i toyed with the title of this post from I'm doomed through to the current wrong trousers. I have taken the week off. I did this partly because mum had appointment with psychiatrist but also because I wanted to see the care home during the week. So the jolly doomed bit. Well not only do I have a dad who has vascular dementia and can't remember more than 2 minutes, but I now have a mum diagnosed as delusional, not as simple as it sounds. Does this mean she thinks she can achieve above her ability, no, it means she has an altered sense of reality. Add onto this she is now being tested for Parkinson's! hopefully the dopamine inhibitors can explain this but she has to be tested. So as I said I'm doomed. After the jolly trip !!! Hope you got that joke , we went to see dad. He has had a really serous problem. Much worse than his dementia! His trousers were too small, so last week mum bought him five new pairs. But they are too big!!!! So the ladies in the conservatory have had thrills all week as his pants fell down every time he stood up!!! A great source of amusement. The carer who help us fit him, put him a belt on, but some just didn't bother. Consequently he has shown his under garments numerous times. I went and took all the pants in today. To you none sewing types that means made them smaller! Then tried them on. They were too small!!! Arghhhh!!! But no he laughed and said I'm not breathing in so you can't fasten them. See even in the right trousers. He has not lost his sense of fun.