It was a considerable relief to chat with Maureen and find her in good spirits. She seems baffled by her memory loss - not knowing where she lives, having to be reminded of just how old she is - but accepts this with a kind of amiable good grace, approaching wry humour at times: Well, I never had a good memory anyway. And I was never clever like you.
And I don't get any sense of a rapid deterioration of her faculties. She can roughly cope with the demands of the world around her, with the support of her carers, and there's a hard-won peace in that. So our meeting was happy-sad, but a lot more happy than I expected, and a lot more happy than sad.
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