So a few years ago my Nan wanted to send my Uncle some money for his birthday. Now my Uncle lives in Australia, so she wanted to send him the right currency. My Nan had pretty bad dementia so my Mum went to town to get the money and left my Nan in the care of my brother. When she returned my Nan proudly told her that she had written my Uncle's card, put the money inside and it was ready to go. My mum stood their bewildered knowing that the Australian dollars were in her purse.
Later on she secretly opened the card and to her amu*****t she found a small stack of Simpson's Monopoly money. To this day it still makes me smile to think that even in such a confusing mental state, all my nan wanted to do was make someone happy.