Monday, December 17, 2007

The Christmas Panto & the front lobe

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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