My husband is in his fourth year with vascular dementia and it is quite advanced. So far today, he’s blocked the toilet, hidden the weetabix and now I can’t find the charger for my cordless vacuum cleaner. I know he can’t help it but I could burst with anger and I’m really not an angry person. I look round the house and there is so much that needs sorting but there’s no point doing it just now because it will be ruined. I just feel so defeated. Moan moan b****y moan. I’m starting to laugh at myself now but I just want to have my own life back. I can’t help wondering what next year will be like. More of the same?