I have had some challenging roles in my time but being a carer where dementia is involved takes the biscuit.   The simple fact being you never know what you are going to get or who.  This morning I have had ‘Mrs Upset’.  I am trying to keep things respectable here; so it is safer to say she had her underwear in a twist.  Nothing I said or did led to anything positive: my wife seemed to be looking for a fight.  I stayed out of the ring and avoided a pointless contest where the outcome would only have been joint distress.

Around an hour and a half ago she woke up and thought it was morning.  She greeted me with a smile on her face in a completely different mode.  It didn’t worry me that she thought it was morning and enquired if I had slept well.  I was just relieved that my lovely wife was back in residence.

We still have to resolve the food issue as she thinks our lunch was eaten yesterday.  She asked for breakfast and has then changed her mind; as she anticipates a cooked meal a little later.  I am not sure where we will go on the food issue and may just bide my time.

We have cancelled the carer sit tomorrow as there is nothing that needs doing in the house.  It is possible that if things are favourable in the morning we might make a trip out to visit family in the East Midlands.  The initial enthusisam for a trip out has evaporated and all sorts of reasons for not going have now emerged.  It just a question of seeing how the land lies in the morning.  No pressure just gentle nudging and see if we can make it a little further down the A 46 this time.