It's tricky because he claims to be very interested in what I have to say. In practise after I've begun to say something he drifts off to think about his own preoccupations. Like at the moment he is obsessed with genealogy, and where his ancestors lived 600 years ago. So he's constantly asking for bits of everyday household information that I've already just given him. Or else he gets hold of the wrong end of the stick.
Today I'm back from holiday but not yet back to work till tomorrow afternoon. I've picked up a virus which has left me absolutely drained. I have been coughing all the time and it's exhausting. So I said that after supper I would go to bed and watch a quiz show we both like on the iPad. So if he wanted to watch too, he could watch it with me there. He said it was a good idea and yes he'd like to watch it too.
At 3 minutes to 8 I had the iPad on and he came in and said the programme would be starting soon. I pointed at the iPad and said yes, I'd got it on the right channel. He then went downstairs and came up a few minutes later in agitation saying, 'It's starting. It's started.'
When I reminded him we were watching it from the bedroom he said how could he possibly be expected to guess that from me pointing. I said that was what he'd agreed earlier and he said no, he hadn't realised that.
This is the sort of thing that makes me want to bang my head against the wall. And weep.
Because it never gets any better.