Well there’s more than one way to go out to lunch with friends. There’s the straightforward putting your coat on, getting into the car and driving to the rendezvous way. Then there’s the PWD way, “I cannot go I just don’t feel like it, I can’t listen to the chat,” and cancelling the lunch. He reckoned without our friends though. They asked if could they come over for coffee because they would like to see us, which they did. I then suggested we go round the corner to have pizzas at the pub for our joint birthdays, our friend’s today and mine on Friday, I am 79 this week, so we did and it was great. My dear husband put his card in for the tab, and when we went to pay he had actually given his bus pass. They know him there and watch out for him so had taken the card, he then found the right card with help and they then asked him if he knew his pin which he proudly told them! The guy was shocked and told him he must never say his pin, he just wanted to make sure he knew it, and he replied, ”oh I must remember that”. My heart lurched at the thought of yet another thing to guard against. He only has the one card now with limited funds so it wouldn’t be a total disaster, but even so this is another new low in his life. He is now exhausted by his socialising mode and gone to bed. This is a typical Alzheimer’s episode.