George is gradually going downhill. He asks, at least 10 times a day, what the day is - I have it written on the white board for him but have to remind him every time to go there to check. He does not understand what has happened to time he tells me. He keeps asking if it is Christmas Day; this is because of all the signs of Christmas in shops and streets. Time is a real problem for him.
Something I find is that although he can be left alone I need to realise I will come home to a mess. Mind you that also happens at night as I tend to go to bed to watch TV. I have to get up when he goes to bed as he can no longer turn the TV off.
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