ARGH!!

Had one of those days Wednesday.
All had been quiet on the Mother front by the time I got home.
Was cream crackered.
Sat down fell asleep then decided I'd tidy up my bedroom, not done since I'd come home from Canada and all the crap that had been moved in from the corridor while new washing machine was being hauled in had been duly removed.
So had done that it looked nice, and off i went to make the tea.
Thought I heard the door alarm go, it went very briefly and thought, WAS IT GOING?
Then decided I'd better go look, hadn't the CCTV on in kitchen as it was being a pain.
Met Lucy the cat, which meant Mother is out... Actually one didn't call her that at the time, you fill in whatever word you want to use and it could work!
Went to the room , TV off, no mother, so flew up the stairs, out into the street, no sign, decided head her normal route, and there she was half way along the crescent.
Don't know how she moves as fast but she does !
Ran after her ( not good when suffering from the cold and asthma) and grabbed her, she did the squealing routine and got told off, the she held onto the railings and I had to tell her to stop it and come home, and I took her arm and she moaned about how her legs where sore!
To which I replied ' Well then what the hell did you come out for then?'
She claimed no one was in the house, she'd been left alone....
So we were embarking on a very childish argument when 2 30 somethings passed us.
They slowed and then kept looking round.
By then we'd stopped talking and where just walking back, and they slowed, and kept turning back and one got his phone out, and I thought OK, Police? Pictures ,video evidence in case they see on the news or paper that I'd murdered a poor defenceless old woman?
At that point I got ANGRY.
Not with her. With them.
We'd been passed by other office workers by then, most of which had noticed us, took a second look and twigged and walked on.
But not those two, though I am convinced they'd walk past someone if they needed help and no doubt would have walked on by her when she was on her own. They'd not have been like the woman that phoned police when she ran into town and recognised she needed help, they would have walked on not wanting to be involved but they'd have taken pictures or something on their phone as a maybe if something came out of it.
I can only assume they have never had anyone close family wise with dementia.
I'm dealing with a 3 year old trapped in a 91 year old body.
We argue, as you would with a 3 year old when telling them off.
That's all that happens, honest!
And by the time we got in and I took her off to the kitchen for her tea, I was the one gasping for breath and not her!
Also sadly we had a night of nonsense.
I read Nettie's blog post to day and I sent her word that I knew where she was coming from, and I was envious. WHY?
Well her mother moved in 3 years ago and has driven her to distraction how mine did/ does.
But her mother is capable of moving into a wee cottage on a sheltered housing complex and moves out tomorrow, that I'm envious of. I can't do that to mine, she couldn't live on her own, she will need at some stage 24/7 nursing and that means a home and it would have to be a secured one.
Nettie feels guilty, and I know I'd be guilty if we had to do the same with mother. Even if its the best for them.
One of the care workers did say we are now getting to the stage of where we need to either stay with her and feed her, or nag her to eat as she's forgetting the whole concept of what eating is all about. I know tonight I've presented her with her cottage pie and a fork and a spoon, and she's holding them both as though she was 3 years old just beginning to start to use them for the first time properly.
It looks like the final stages will be here quicker than we thought.