My husband was the same, always wanted to 'walk down the road to his mother's house', of course she'd been gone 40 years and his childhood home was 120 miles away... Anyway for the sake of peace we would walk down the road and he would look a bit confused and eventually we would return to our house and sometimes it was the right place but other times it took a lot of persuading to get him in again. There were days when, like you, I just felt too tired to bother but I couldn't let him out on his own. I also had a door alarm like Scarlett's just in case. Now I would give anything to be able to walk with him again but his mobility is almost gone. xxxx
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