Tomatoes

For some reason Edna has a bee in her bonnet about tomatoes. She insists she wants a pound of tomatoes at the hospital. We almost fell out about it, with her going very huffy and saying she would get someone else to buy them.

Trouble is I dont know if she realised when she said it that she was in hospital not at Fosters. She has admitted she gets confused about where she is sometimes - and blames that on the fact that they look alike (they dont of course)

At one point this evening she was saying that her memory wasn't that bad- that she didnt forget important things because she wrote them down. Then she spoiled things a little by saying she hadn't had any important phone calls recently. I don't think she realised she doesn't have a phone.

Apart from that it was the normal 'torrent of words' probably meaning nothing - except I know they DO mean something to her. I just wish I could decode it. Or maybe she is worse than I thought and it is all fantasy.

I have to beleive that she is still in there somewhere tryig to comminicate properly with me.If she isn't then this is all so futile.