There's a thread on this but I can't find it, so here's your giggle for the day. Recently there's a new resident in the NH, Peter, and he's a wanderer but totally harmless. When he first arrived he entered her room after dark and scared the living daylights out of her.
When I visited yesterday it looked like she was having a small stroke. Unable to get the words out properly, instead of saying "I think I'm having a stroke" she said "I think I'm having an affair". I said oh dear, have you been chasing Peter up the hall again? That made us both chuckle and brought her back to reality for a few minutes.