A few days ago Dad asked Mum to go and get the screwdriver from his dressing gown pocket. She was fairly sure there wouldn't be one but went to check and there was no screwdriver or anything else in fact. It didn't seem to matter. Earlier today Dad surprised Mum when he was lying in bed and asked her again for a screwdriver. She asked what he wanted it for and he pointed at the television. My first thought when she told me was that it was alarming if Dad suddenly wanted to take a screwdriver to the television in an effort to repair it. Fortunately Mum was a bit quicker thinking and after a quick scramble about found and gave Dad the television remote control which he seemed happy with. Of all the possible words, isn't it strange that 'screwdriver' is the first to pop into his head?
Dad's friends came to visit today as planned and he enjoyed seeing them. They had to come to his bedside though as he didn't get up today. Mum says he seems slightly less coherent each day but then shows moments of his old self. Apparently yesterday when the doctor asked if he knew where he was, Dad quickly replied "Ightham" with a look on his face that said 'if you don't know where you have come to see me, then what use are you?'
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