Feb 2nd

 How do I begin to describe what just happened? Mum goes to bed , I follow a little later and she is fine, she is going to read awhile.  I go up 15 mins later and she is mildly distraught, if that's even possible.  She couldn't read because she couldn't see to read them even though she had her hearing aids on.  She was clutching two books, the very old one that she has been trying to read for the past two weeks plus the new more modern 'Young Princess ' that she found this afternoon and was enjoying.  Between the books are sandwiched the half moon glasses she 'inherited ' from her mother, but thinks they were from her father, in their soft case. She doesn't recognise them as anything significant at all and became aggressive as I took them from her and extracted the actual glasses. I explained they were fine for her to read with even though she had new ones downstairs, tragic desperate moments as she strode gently into reality once more.