And they sat around talking or listening, and occasionally they'd watch some program on and talked about it. There was often music, there was lunch, and it was very. It looked as though you did nothing, but the person there was in association with other people in varying degrees of dementia. It was, it wasn't disturbed in any way, people sat around and talked, or didn't talk.  It was a sort of very voluntary thing. I thought that it was outstandingly run. Small group, perhaps ten or twelve people there, and it's been much disturbed by all the health authorities. [My wife] took it in her stride, she didn't say "What the Dickens are we going here for?" you know, and it became normal, we drove over there. 

Occasionally I stayed to lunch. Other times I went out and did something else in the neighbourhood, left her there for two or three hours. And that seemed the most amiable thing. She wasn't the sort of person in her normal life, just to go somewhere like that for fun, as it were, you know. And it was quite striking the way that she was quite content to go there. Partly because of this, and partly because of the extremely good reception, and their brilliance at handling people. Talking and then going away and leaving them for a bit and so on.