She’s made it.
Tonight Mother sleeps in her new bed in her new room in her new home for the first time.
She has her favourite picture to look at, a print of Paul Henry painting of Connemara, a newly washed teddy bear, familiar bed linen she chose herself, and the first mug of hot original flavour Complan she’s enjoyed in about six weeks.
I’m told that she was hugged and kissed hello, and although confused she was not upset.
Aunt visits tomorrow.
A new chapter begins.