We have negotiated Christmas, maybe not the Christmas that we usually enjoy but fairly contented few days with one event per day, family, friends and the rest of the day routine, which includes the usual amount of sundowning. The thing that really gets me down is the expectation of other people that we should have this sort of Christmas or that. Hope you have done this, people say, or hope you have been able to enjoy that. I can’t expect them to understand what life is really like 24/7, so I fudge the issue and we have had a relatively happy time, largely because I have downgraded my expectations and have to get my fulfilment from myself. He is starting to get on my nerves with laughing at everything, tragic or happy. After an amicable few days, I snapped at him last night because of the sundowning when I was trying to concentrate on a drama on TV. Usually we watch stuff that he can dip in and out of with no need to concentrate so if I try to watch something more serious then I get distracted all the time by his behaviour. He wants to do this or that but has no conception of how to organise or carry it out, and when we do go to the family he always wants to go home soon after we have got there. So for my sanity I have to be very organised and clear about what we are going to do.