I've been really snappy to my poor husband today. It all started because I've been trying out this Michael Mosley 5:2 diet. It means on 2 days I can only eat 500 calories. I stick to it religiously but 6 times today he asked me if I wanted anything to eat. Each time he asked me I reminded him I was fasting, but 6 times he forgot. He did the same thing on the last day I fasted. This is the man who was told 3 weeks ago that his memory is within normal boundaries! The situation isn't helped by the fact he has bad arthritis in his thumb joints and I am now having to cut the hedge and do all the gardening because he can't manage. I don't want to ask someone else to do it because I love my garden and can still do what needs doing, but on top of all the other tasks I now have to do - planning, organising, financial affairs, cleaning etc etc etc, I guess I flipped. I am now wrestling with the guilt and I'm so so angry that we haven't been offered the services of a CPN, or any assessments of need, for him or for me. My blood pressure is way up again. To crown it all our first grand child is due in 4 weeks and I feel much of the pleasure of this very special event has evaporated because of our situation. I'm getting desperate and I just don't know how I can cope with this long term.