I just spent 40 minutes on a call to my mum, who’s a full time carer for my dad. She’s 78 and he’s 83. He got up at 5.30am, saying he needed to pick his dad up from the pub.

My mum opened the curtains, highlighting it’s still dark and the pub isn’t opened yet. He was adamant he was going to pick up his dad.

My mum asked him what year his dad was born. 1913 my dad replied. So, my mum said, your dad’s a 113 years old and needs picked up from the pub? Think about that, she said. The pubs are all closed in darkness and your 113 year old dad is needing a lift home, what do you think you should do, she asked.

I think I should go back to bed until opening time, said my dad. Dementia is a terrible burden. Mum needs to hide the car keys to prevent him from driving, because he’s not driven in ten years. Add to that his dad died in 1975.

Happy Mothers Day to all you mothers.