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A day in my life

Source: Adults

Author: Rhona Aitken

Title: Dining -room chatter at Beeching House

Dining-room chatter at Beeching House


At a very pleasant sunny table near the window sit three men.
Peter - a delightful and very handsome occupant in a wheel-chair. He is extremely incapacitated after a stroke - even managing food is difficult.
Gus - a dear little man who walks very slowly - on a frame, and needs lots of attention.
Lastly a small bent gnome with a difficult nature is Lachlan. He is a somewhat cantankerous little Scot who shouts a lot.

Next to them is a table of four jolly ladies. As full of dementia as are so many of us here, but barely - amongst themselves - aware that it is a problem. One of them - Lucy -
is, without doubt, the leader who tells the other three rather quieter ladies what to do and when to do it - also - how! She tells them at great length what, in her mind is going on. She doesn’t always get it right. In fact she nearly always gets it wrong.

At lunch-time the other day little Gus wasn’t feeling very well so stayed in his room. Peter had an appointment to see the physiotherapist at the hospital, and Lachlan had been taken out to lunch with his son. Lucy eyed the empty table and got the attention of the other ladies.
“Hmm. Here we are - kept in here. Most unnecessarily - while they - (She glared at the empty table) are allowed out. I know where they are - you can’t fool me - they are having a lovely time at the pub.”
“Ooh!” said the others and nodded gravely at each other at the thought of such a thing. They all muttered under their breath noisily, with a lot of head-shaking at such an injustice.
Lucy was in full flow - “it’s a disgrace. Why can’t we go. They won’t even let me have a bus time-table. I asked for one and they said I might get lost.” She snorted “What sauce!”

The others nod vigorously and said that of-course none of them would get lost. They scoffed at such an idea. The complications of the fact that two of them were on walking frames, and one of them was virtually blind never entered their little heads. One could barely walk at all. They muttered throughout the rhubarb crumble and well into the coffee.

Going into the lounge after lunch to watch a film they soon forgot all about the pub and the bus.

At supper-time they got lost trying to find the dining-room!



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