We don't have an oven

Apologies to any people offended at me finding some of this funny, as I have said befor we are lucky enough to have a person with dementia who is happy in his own world displaying no signs of aggression or agitation.

That says more about his core personality than I can ever write.

Today was dad sitting day again. As I am still his little girl he makes an effort to stay awake. I can't see his face as I am working at the table behind him, his attempts to stay awake result in frequent, loud, snoring every 30 minutes. But the minute I check on him he wakes and asks for food. I darnt even tell mum how many cakes and biscuits he ate today!!!!

The house is absolutely roasting and I am desperate to open a window, or a door. But I know a door is out of the question as he will wander. But he knows this, even a trip to the bathroom he comes and tells me where he will be.  He adds so you don't go looking everywhere for me.

Back to the temperature.
"Are you too warm?", I ask.

No, it's freezing. His ability to dress appropriately or react to temperatures went last year. I tell him you are always cold if I put you in the oven would you be warm?

"Of course, but we don't have an oven" the reply

 When I ask what is that in the kitchen , he looks at me like I am stupid "That's a stove". No connection in his head. Then he smiled. "An oven has big heavy doors and coal" and then we are back in his youth.

Sometimes I wonder??????