Evidently Feminoz's mother has dementia. It is not all bad. She can still enjoy her mother's company and have a laugh. I won't mention about her new toy boy, who is older than her.
My Mother doesn't have dementia. Perhaps it would be easier if she did. But at the recent social event, her friend's sixtieth, like Feminoz can have a laugh at or with her mother, Mother made us all laugh, if only by her predictability. Her nieces and nephew do not call her Nanna Fud (extraction of fuddy duddy) for no reason.
We were outside the venue and Mother was coming out through an open out glass door. 'Watch this!' I said to all in advance. She pulled, she pushed and then realised she had to turn the handle down, and then she pulled again. Finally she worked out that handle needed to be down and she needed to push. My prediction was deadly accurate.
But she went one better, and I did not predict this. The door closed on her dress and she was yanked backwards as she started to walk towards us. By now, thirty odd people were watching her. We just laughed.
Like all mothers, mine gave me a fair share of embarrassment when I was a teen. Now I just laugh at her silliness, which I know she uses calculatingly at times, usually to good effect.