The aged P has emerged from Winchester hospital today, fully recovered and able to walk again. He'd fallen a couple of weeks ago in the house and his legs were completely jarred. His poor eyesight and memory were assets in so far as he forgot he was in hospital. "When is this European holiday coming to an end?" he asked on one of my visits. It was also fortunate that his hearing's not acute. On his third and final ward, the voice of a wailing woman from along the corridor outside could often be heard, "Help me! HELP ME!" I asked one of the nurses why she was so distressed. "She's fine," the nurse replied. "I can be sitting there, talking to her and suddenly she'll call out. Her dementia makes her forget where she is and her brain automatically triggers those words."