He looks as if he is hot. Who is he? His name is Harold. He is coming here to pick me up. I am not going anywhere with him. I want to go home to bed. I am not worrying about him. He is a barman pouring out beer. He looks OK. He has a family and he is the head of the family. He had children and they all got sick. He is drinking. Oh gee, that was good especially if it was a cold beer. Oh gee I had one too many. He works at the pub, an R.S.L. Club, he is doing alright. His mates would be there. He says come on lets have another one. We will have to get a cab home and a camera to take their photos. We will show them the photos. He falls asleep on the couch and wakes up very thirsty. He must have had a few bottles with him. The paper is covering the beer in the bottles. He is in agony wiping it off. He has other things to do.
He goes home to his wife and family, all there waiting with his tea. I would put him to bed and he would have a good sleep.
This story was created by Patricia, Therese, Joan, Sonia, Monica, Roma, Val and Felicia at Carinya Dementia Unit on 26 September 2013.