Whatever other problems she has, my wife still commands a good vocabulary. We had a poignant moment yesterday morning after I had helped her to wash and dress when tearfully she said “I’m not me anymore” quickly followed by “I want me back”. All I could do was give her a hug and a few words of reassurance. She was in fine fettle by the time we went to see her GP for another pointless consultation**. By the evening she was calling me 'despicable' for living in 'her house' uninvited and conspiring with her sister to defraud her out of it. A standard day really but for once I would have liked her to see that it was me who was in need of some sympathy for a minor stomach upset. **The GP did sign the form that allows me to claim council tax rebate on the grounds of my wife's severe mental impairment so at least we got something out of the visit..