This is the title of a book I am reading. Although written in 2003, it’s aimed at the Carer, and is more real than the “Contended Dementia” book I had previously read. This morning though, after an ill timed remark from the OH, I threw my clock at the wardrobe. Never done that before, not even after poogate on Christmas Day. It was my favourite alarm clock and is now broke, and himself didn’t believe that he had said anything, and it didn’t do either of us any good, I feel awful, I seem to be the one that needs help! Perth and Kinross have a carers hub, so I will give them a call when I settle down. You think you are managing, then boom.