Since my OH was diagnosed I have tried to face this disease with strength and knowledge, keeping our heads up and maintaining dignity despite daily muddles. But today I feel totally crushed. OH is still able to get out and about despite navigation and organisation problems. This week he has gone away on a sport break with friends. After two days he rang to say he couldn't find his phone charger. I spent ages talking him through his suitcase, the cupboards and drawers in the room, making him put his hand right into these places (as sometimes he looks but doesn't see). He was distraught saying he would never go away again, was useless etc. Eventually I suggested he ask his friend who organised the trip for help. Within minutes I got an elated call back saying his things had been found in another friends drawer (in a different house). All OH had had for two days was his soap bag, he hadn't changed his clothes. Of course he blames himself, I at first blamed the Alzheimers but how, why, would he put them in the wrong room, wrong house? I'm beginning to think this was a "jolly jape" on someone's part but mustn't jump to conclusions. Haven't heard back from OH since the discovery. Presume he is back to enjoying his holiday while I swing between murderous thoughts and crying. Could someone really be so cruel and thoughtless? I hope not. Also hope I do find out the truth or I will continue working on my own version. Thanks for reading. I feel better for getting my thoughts in order.