LGP came with us to the Christmas panto, with the children, two of their friends and another grandma who is always very good to all the children. The panto is a stretch too far for Mum who is disturbed by the hoots, whistles and bells and general carry-on: always a stickler for good behaviour, last time, she remonstrated with our two for standing up and shouting much to their great embarassment. So now we give it a miss.
The panto was great fun and even LGP laughed at the outrageous Dame's doobul-entonders. And she also laughed at the Down's Syndrome couple sitting in front of us. Were they brother and sister? Husband and wife? Either way, they were a funny pair and she was riveted by them.
What to do, when the dottiness of dementia tips over into something that is quite repugnant, quite anti-social to the extent that it causes offence? That's a knotty dotty dilemma. LGP was never the most PC of people anyway, but it's hard to imagine that even she would have pointed and giggled before. I'm afraid, I just ignored it and fixed my eyes on something else in the hope that she would forget and tire of this behind-hand whispering and pointing. In truth, I hadn't a clue what I should do.
Hadn't thought of that one before.
Oh yes, the lobal link. While in Brussels, a friend of mine said that all your ability to behave properly and understand social dos and don'ts is contained in the frontal lobe of the brain. I didn't know that. Doesn't make much difference, if you can't change it, but there it is!
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