Towards the end of our stay in a shoddy three star hotel, TPR fell in with a group of other guests. He was so enraptured with them that he would have sat at their table at dinner had I not forbidden this.

TPR was no longer the man I knew and loved. He clearly now had no interest in me whatsoever. Even so, he was my responsibility, and his frail mental state represented yet another burden for me to bear.