Accusations were flying this week apparently, down at the Care Home. Mother got a bit obstreperous with the staff insisting that her ruby ring '...Was missing and must have been stolen'! By all accounts it took about two hours to get her calmed down. The jewellery in question had in fact been given to my brother for safekeeping about two years ago, which he explained to her the next day when she raised the issue again.
The facts regarding memory seem to be, in essence, last thing in - first thing out, so explanations of any sort only have a temporary effect.
An 'assessment' is on the cards, which always sounds a bit sinister to me, smacking a bit of the Third Reich, but really it will likely be a variant of the 'Tony Blair Test' (see previous). I wonder what they ask if the Tony Blair Test is considered too difficult?
'She always was domineering' admits my brother, well if that's not an understatement I don't know what is.
Having shed a fair amount of data processing, mainly social convention and polite chat, it seems we are left with the core user-interface of the operating system itself, which is "I WANT TO SEE THE MANAGER!"
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Maybe your brother should just confess that he stole it and beg her forgiveness.
It's a thought, certainly, and things could hardly get any more confused...
We will all see The Manager one day.
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