Well, I never... If you have come across my posts regarding my wife Jan, you will know that I visit her six days a week, and the visits are difficult because she has been registered blind, she can only [just] crawl, and her speech has gone. I'm really inclined to think she no longer knows me, except as someone who visits regularly, and gives her their time. And yet... Last Friday, Jan had a major fit and for a short while, the care home thought they had lost her. This is not the first fit she has had, although it is the first since she has been in care. When she had them while at home, they were alarming, but the normal thing would be for her to be - for a short while after - a lot brighter in speech and persona, before dropping another level. The fits apparently move blood into unused parts of the brain and can cause them to work for a short while, enhancing the condition of the patient. Well, on Saturday, Jan was indeed a bit brighter, and this has continued. Today when I arrived, I said to her "It's Bruce come to see you!". Her reply:- a wolf whistle and "wow!", followed by a really good hour with her trying, much harder than she is usually able, to converse. Now I'm not going to pretend that she may have been taking the mickey out of this person who visits her, but I'm going to assume that somewhere inside, she knew it was me. If that ain't a highlight, then I don't know what is!