George is having more trouble knowing what to do. Today he got the butter out of the fridge and tried to slice off some (thought it was cheese). I had his lunch on the table and said 'your lunch is on the table'. He got up so I thought that he had gone to have it, but no. I hear a funny noise and find him getting out cracker biscuits. I asked about his lunch and he couldn't find it. I told him it was on the table and went over to the table. He came over but didn't sit down. I said to sit on the seat and he asked where the seat was (in front of him). I patted it so he knew where to go.
He can no longer go on the bus to Brighton. His world is becoming smaller.
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