I’m a real dementia veteran. Been there, seen that, mopped it up. Nothing fazes me now. Or so I thought! Visiting to-day, I was told my wife had gone walk-about. Set off to find her, didn’t take long, here she came, limping slowly round the corner, dressed for a very cold winter's day, and clutching tightly, with both arms, a framed photograph of me. Not much to it, you would rightly think. Well, it unmanned this so-called veteran.