I looked back today at the records I kept for Jan in the first 3 years of her developing dementia. One forgets, over time, how things were. 1994 was the year I diagnosed what was wrong with her, but the medics took another four years to come to the same conclusion. Took them several years even to contemplate that she might have dementia, because of her age. It would be another seven years until I lost her to the assessment centre and, finally, the care home where she now lives. At the time I had already started noticing Jan's reactions to her condition. Here are some of the one-liners I recorded at this time of that year: Jan sensing ‘something’ forgetful faint/faints depressed light headed flustered depressed about cooking nervy dreaming taste (metallic taste in mouth) funny feeling memory wobbly head numb lazy left eye] stops breathing in sleep edgy flushed I think it is a good thing we don't have foresight. The practice of living day by day started way back then.