Dementation street

Called to see my Dad. An hour spent with people with various degrees of dementia is uplifting. Their reality is a refreshing change from mine. One old guy with severe dementia was attempting to play a keyboard and chattering away randomly. My Dad (also has dementia) said..'You get arseholes everywhere don't you?'. Then when the staff came around with refreshments he asked if he might have two of those (long thin biscuists) 'to stuff in my bloody ears'! Priceless.