I have to admit I am completely bemused with what has been going on in the last hour.  Suddenly my wife has no idea who I am.  She is talking to me in the third person and asking me if I have a dog.  Following a short walk we are no longer in our house: it belongs to her Aunty.  My wife is convinced that other people are living here and  will be returning shortly.  She is particularly concerned about the whereabouts of her favourite granddaughter.

It is a full moon tonight and you just wonder.  She has decided to sleep downstairs on the couch because she doesn’t know this house.  She has just asked me my name.  Then she asked me if my name is ****  and  got it right.  Now she has closed the bedroom door and has gone into the marital bedroom.  Something similar has happened before and joining her in bed proved to be a mistake.  The scream she let out when I joined her on the previous occasions frightened the living daylights out of me.

The safest option tonight will be to sleep in our spare bedroom.  I will not risk a repeat of the previous episode as her scream left me shaking.  All I can speculate is that the brain cells and the electrical currents are misfiring.  Thankfully, she is not distressed and is talking enthusiastically about gardening together tomorrow.  She has just me a kissed me goodnight before she closed the door and retired to bed.  She said I am a good man.

This is another occasion where it is sensible to let sleeping dogs lie.