Yesterday I managed to control myself through all the frustration of repeated meaningless remarks and questions, obsessive compulsive behaviour, interference whilst I do work which she once did but can no longer, the aroma associated with babies' nappies arising from her efforts to deny incontinence, until bedtime. Her bedtime routine includes putting on bedsocks and clean panties, neither of which can ever be found. I'm in bed reading my book and see her searching in her drawers. "What are you looking for?" I ask. She cannot find the word but produces a pair of socks. "Your socks are here by your pillow; I just put the there," I say. "If it's panties you want, I put a load of fresh ones in the cupboard in your footstool." She doesn't understand me. I put down my book and get out of bed and point. "There!" I shout. Instant shame. I've held my patience all day long and lost it now, at the very end. I give her a kiss and a cuddle and say, "I'm sorry. I try not but I shouted. I should not and I'm sorry." She's already forgotten so there's no upset there. I cannot instantly forget and I'm ashamed of myself...again.