The good,the demented and the ugly

I love my new job caring for the old folk, with most of the old folk having dementia I enjoy it even more. It's non-stop comedy with fresh material every day (as the same people forget they were only speaking 20minutes before)

Today I wiped a tear from my worn face as another 'sketch' was played before me...

To protect the innocent let us call the two residents gladys and pearl (two names you don't see on many kids nowdays, it's all paris this and brooklyn that!)

Now Gladys has dementia, she is extremly old (born before 1905)and talks to herself all day long, as in talks back to herself. A one woman conversation (funny enough on it's own)

Next we have Pearl, Pearl has dementia and is not as old..she doesn't talk to herself but is constantly very confused and mostly spends the day wandering around in a daze.

Put these two together and you have what BBC2'S 'Thursdays are funny' should have been.

Gladys has a handbag she carries with her everywhere, whilst sitting down next to Pearl she noticed Pearl also has a handbag...infact Gladys isn't daft at all and realised the bag was infact hers.
She asked Pearl where her bag was, Pearl (clutching her loot tightly)helped look around the chair for it.

I started to chuckle to meself, I looked up from staring blankly at the floor to fully engross meself in the entertainment.

Gladys decided enough was enough, now sure the bag was hers she tried to grab it, Pearl held tightly and said "I'm the elder of the two, I should have the bag...anyway look at it, it's all tatty"
Gladys was of course getting slightly irritated now and asked to see inside, they slowly opened it and Gladys pulled out her purse shouting "That's my purse" to which Pearl replied "Well you take that and i'll have the money"

The two then began to pull at the bag and argue...obviously it would be cruel to let an old woman have her bag taken whilst the other tells her she has infact owned it for 20years (like at school when that bastard bully steals your pencil case....grrrr)
So I explained (after quite a bit more shouting)

5minutes later the two old dears are rambling away like best mates. Dementia...what a cruel and wicked mental illness (and yet how funny for those around)

It made me think how these old women were like furbys (yep, don't pretend you don't know what a furby is, you had one...)
Furbys could be put together and would have a conversation, it mostly was random and didn't work very often. When it did it made no sense.

Okay a furby never ran out of batteries after a 10minute argument over who stole it's handbag, but you know what i'm trying to say :)