I have just hurled an almost full pot of melted Ben and Jerry's icecream across the kitchen, missing the bin, because yet again my husband, who is in a fairly early stage of vascular dementia, has taken it out of the freezer, eaten some, and put it back into the fridge some time yesterday. B & Js is a real treat, and refreezing from runny is not a success. He knows where the ice trays live, and would put them back, but seems to have lost the association between 'ice' and cream, and I cracked. Husband is not so potty that he cannot still be on the Parish council, socialise etc, and when forced to remember things (we have had an ongoing 'which extension lead do I use with the lawn mower?' tussle, which has suddenly resolved, and he no longer tries to use one only for Black and Decker machines with new Draper) he can. He is now cleaning it up, and telling me it is no big deal, which I suppose in the overall scheme of things it isn't, and truth to tell I am feeling rather ashamed of my outburst. Please can anyone out there tell me I am not a complete cow, and that this is not the precursor of even nastier behaviour on my part. Or how to deal with things that, even if trivial, make me feel he no longer cares a stuff about what matters to me.