So every day Elizabeth opens her diary to a date two weeks ahead and writes herself a question. And every day she answers a question she set herself two weeks ago.
— The Thursday Murder Club, p. 87
Dearest Mum had her own strategy: she had a huge calendar, and different colored marking pens. Gradually, self noticed that she began spending more and more time poring over it. Could have been as far back as 15 years ago. That must have been when she was just in her late 60s.
Dearest Mum came to visit self in California and started talking about this wonderful restaurant in Half Moon Bay called Gibraltar, a place she said she had just discovered. Self was quiet. Dearest Mum looked over. “What? I’ve told you this story before,” she said, looking for the first time in her life very unnerved.
“No. I was the one who took you to that restaurant. A friend in Half Moon Bay told me about it.”
So, the dementia started a long time ago. Could even have been as far back as 20 years ago. But Dearest Mum had this habit of being very gay and charming. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say a word.
Self is hugely enjoying The Thursday Murder Club.
Most of the mysteries she has read this year have been ace:
- Find You First, by Linwood Barclay
- One Fatal Flaw, by Anne Perry
- All the Devils are Here, by Louise Penny
- Eddie’s Boy, by Thomas Perry
Stay cool, dear blog readers. Stay cool.
Kanlaon 