She still does repartee.
She's sitting in front of a half- empty tea cup. She's been sitting like that for an hour or so.
Her carer arrives to take her upstairs to wash and get dressed and she reaches for the cup. It's what she always does. We've come to read it- unfairly perhaps- as a delaying tactic.
"That'll be as cold as Christmas," I say.
She takes a sip.
"Boxing Day," she replies.
Fabrizio rings to ask where his mother went to school.
I say I don't know.
He asks if I want to talk to his mother and I say yes.
So she comes on and tells me the name of her school- Government Primary School in Ekola, Cameroon.
Then she puts Fabrizio back on and I tell him I now know the answer to his question...