Me: Ants, guess what? I found out about this film writing competition yesterday that had a deadline of midnight last night so I worked all day on my submission – it only had to be a few pages of script, with a synopsis and….
Anthony: Steady on, Jules….
Me: I only had five pages to write the script of your life and death, our love story, and to convey what dementia is like.
Anthony: Let me guess. Am I your dementia figurine?
Me: Stop it! This is important. If I am successful I’ll get to work with professional scriptwriters and get flown to Sydney. It could be such a great opportunity to get my message out there.
Anthony: Your message?
Me: About how dementia doesn’t have to be this terrifying, tragic thing – that it is possible to have fun with dementia. Oh, I don’t know, Ants – I’m still figuring it out.
Anthony: Are you going to admit that you lied to me about me having it – dementia?
Me: I did NOT lie to you, Ants – I just didn’t tell you.
Anthony: Well I think that’s pertinent.
Me: Oh, okay, thanks!
Anthony [talking to someone else]: Yes, she gets like this sometimes.
Me: I heard that!
Anthony: Sorry, Jules, just having a chat with Saint Somebody about your script. She thinks it’s a very good start.
Me: You do realise that if I write a movie about you, I will actually be the main star as the patient, long-suffering, dedicated wife?
Anthony: As you wish.
Me: What? Don’t you mind not being the main star?
Anthony: Marion said he’d play my part.
Me: Marion? Who’s Marion?
Anthony: John Wayne. We’ve become friends. His mother wanted a girl; it’s complicated.
Me: And I thought it was me going crazy – it’s you!
Anthony: Jules?
Me: Ants?
Anthony: Write the script – write the movie. You are on the right track.
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