Today, I went to Rowden House (the local residential home) for the tenth time. I go about every fortnight and started going mid-June and has been surprisingly fun! I started going to see how to deal with older people, and I have learnt quite a lot in a relatively short space of time. For example, talking slowly and clearly helps, and not getting annoyed when repeating yourself for the poor people with dementia or other memory-loss. I go in there and play the saxophone for about 15-20 minutes then sit down and have a nice conversation with them. There are some very kind and funny old ladies and one amusing man (I’ve only ever met one man there). After a while, it became much easier to talk to them and to know what to talk about. We often end up talking about their past or my school, or some other things I’ve done, like hockey matches. Today, I was very worried as when I got there, there was an ambulance, but apparently they have one almost every day because of people falling or things like that. I still go about every fortnight, so I’ll see them again the Sunday after next probably.
