Dementia Watch

This morning, James found the table salt in the fridge. It could only have been me, as I had been making scrambled eggs 5 minutes beforehand. I'd like to say these things happen because my brain power is being used up on more intellectual pursuits, such as writing my sodding dissertation. But that is sadly not the case. I think it's time to admit that I'm just getting old and potty.

And I think James should apply for some sort of carer's grant.