`It`s a vile disease but Mum`s dementia did have one silver lining`: All her life ...
(WorldNews Health)

It was a glorious spring day and I had taken my 86-year-old mother out for our weekly lunch together. As always, Madge - she was never called anything else - was the epitome of grace, dressed in a tasteful blue cotton dress. But toward the end of our starter, she put down her cutlery, grabbed her soup bowl with both hands and hoisted it to her lips. `Mum, what are you doing?´ I whispered furiously. She drained the bowl, put it back down on the table and replied gently but firmly: `If it´s good enough for the French, it´s good enough for me.´ I laughed out loud. Earlier, I´d mentioned that guests at a French wedding I´d been to drank from their bowls. It was hilarious but also unexpected...