My mum fell recently (one of many falls) and ended up in hospital, with hypothermia and very confused.
Her usual carers, my sister and brother-in-law, were off on a cruise the next day.
When I arrived the first thing she said was, "Did you get pulled out of a Mick Jagger concert to fly over here?!"
So I spent three weeks over in England. Back and forth to the hospital.
For the first week I looked out at this scene while waiting outside the ward for visiting time.
And while I was waiting at this hospital I met all kinds of people and listened to their life stories.
My mother gradually improved and we were off to 'Intermediate Care.'
It was like a home for the elderly but in the middle of a housing estate.
My mum's room looked out on someone's back yard.
Despite it's appearance this was a good place with good care.
Every day, as I was waiting for the bus back to my mum's flat, I looked over at this chimney and thought maybe I'll get time to go to that Hat Museum some day.
Then my sister and brother-in-law returned, and there were discussions, and this is where we're at now.
My mum is waiting while a care-package is being arranged and then she'll return home.
I hope it works.