My wife has been dignosed as having Alzheimers for only 4 years and is deteriorating quite quickly. We have attended assessment centres together whilst she was on one of the drugs but, since they were withdrawn as no longer effective, the Community Mental Health send some one out occassionally to check progress. Jean's language and understanding has just about totally gone and she spends much of her day looking at her hands and muttering something to them or waving at her reflection in whatever shiny surface is available. So the assessor sits down and gets out her list of 30 questions and assures Jean that it does not matter if she cannot respond. 1) Which country are you in? No response 2) Which county are you in? No response 3) Who is the Prime minister? No response Me- Has it not got home to you yet that she is incapable of responding? 4) What town is this? No response 5) Are you left handed or right handed. No response. Is she lefthanded or right handed? Right handed. I should give you a piece of blank A4 paper at this stage but I have only got pieces with print on so that will have to do. 6) Take the paper in your left hand, fold it and put it on the floor. Jean takes it in her right hand and tries to read the printing. ME -Do you think that this is a waste of time yet? 7) Here are three words, apple, house and torch. Can you repeat them to me. No response. Me -Are you fed up now Mrs. cos I am. O says the assessor, i think we'll leave it there. At last - the penny has dropped. During the general chat after, our dog got mentioned and I said that it is a dog which is suffering from a surfeit of age and indigetstion. In one of those moments of pure lucidity Jean piped up "It farts a lot" Cracking, memorable moment.