Ilze has been one of our neighbours for many years, living in a flat on the other side of our garden fence. A few years ago she joked with me that if only she had dementia, she would then be able to join us as we were always having so much fun in the garden. Ironically she is now living with dementia and she has started to visit us as she pleases, an hour one day, a couple of hours another day. For the moment it works for Ilze and so it works just fine for us.
She does not recall sharing a joke with me – in fact she does not remember me at all. Still, a neighbour with dementia is still a neighbour.

Ok the second one this week. But it had to be done, this is a great picture.

I have a feeling that Dennis will outlive me by some margin..
