Laurie Graham

My husband is stricken with dementia, and it's a trick of his condition that events and people from his past are more real to him than what happened five minutes ago.

It was the Victorians who covered the piano legs and drew a heavy curtain over what a lady got up to in her boudoir.

My husband is leaving me. No dramas, no slammed doors - well, OK, a few slammed doors - and no suitcase in the hall, but there is another woman involved. Her name is Dementia.

I don't eat cereal actually... Frosted Flakes... that's as close as I can get.

I cannot cook to save my life. I'm really frighteningly useless, when you get down to it.

As a young child my attention span was, as I remember it, rather short.