Dementia is H G Wells stuff: Time Travelling with the machine out of control.  There are no levers to press or dials to observe to see where the Time Traveller is and that makes life problematic for others on a journey with dementia.  So when my wife wakes up this morning and asks about ‘the others’ or ‘the children’? I am not sure where she is in her life cycle.  On many occasions I get it wrong and assume she means her children, when she means mine.  At others I am way off beam as she means grandchildren.  So I reflect this morning on if it is possible to ground her in the present?

I have already removed surplus dining room chairs to confirm that we live here alone.  This may help to establish this is our house rather than a temporary residence: even a Care Home.  Some photos already act as reminders that we are married.  As I go through the day I will ponder on what further visual prompts I can add to help my wife remember where she is.