I have been trying to keep things calm this week ahead of my wife's planned trial stay in residential care, which starts on Monday. All is quiet at the moment after a very trying week during which all the worst of her dementia-driven moods and behaviours seem to have been on show. I have realised how weary of it I have become. Proper 24 hour care for my wife cannot be delivered by one person. Realistically and reluctantly it is time to move our lives on to the next stage.