Decided to start a diary. Some of this is already written on my thread Black Hole. But it is nearly ten years since David was diagnosed with vascular dementia. Life has been changeable to say the least. So today I went into his bedroom at 8.30 am to try to cheerfully wake him. I already knew what would happen. But one lives in hope. Today is Friday. The only day in the week when i get 3 hours off to do 'my own thing'. I had hairdressing appointment at 11.15. My carer from Crossroads arrives at 11.00. Well when I woke him up, he had a smile and all was ok. Until I said "Come on then love, lets get you up. I was in and out until 12.15. By now our carer had arrived. I had cancelled my hair appointment and I was just a little bit agitated.When he did get up I quickly changed his bottom half and put dry top on him then dressing gown. He then ate breakfast, ignored the carer and began to play with his toys!!! (Mostly the grand children's.!!.)The afternoon was spent mostly sleeping. After pacing about for about 2 hours after dinner he finally sat down with me for about an hour. I suddenly started to feel very hot. I went to the central heating thermostat to find it on 35 degrees. To my reckoning that is about 100 degrees. So here I am writing this and feeling just a bit warm.!!!