I made my Dad a 'fiddle' box when he could no longer read or write or understand TV programs. It was an old cardboard box from a pair of boots I bought, covered in contact paper. In it I put things that were a reference to his life - a model aeroplane (he was ex RAF), a couple of small framed pictures of family and a small photograph album containing pictures he took living in different parts of the world, a couple of small squidgy toys, some pencils and paper and a colouring book, a key ring, a battery operated fan. There was a big screw and nut that he would spend ages screwing up and undoing and then screwing up again (he was an aircraft engineer). A few other things that I can't remember now. The box was kept by his chair and maybe once or twice a week he would pick it up and look at it as if trying to work out what it was, then take the lid off and peer inside and take things out one at a time. He would be attracted to different things each time and it was amazing what was hiding away in his head. One day he would recognize a picture of Singapore and who he was with when he took the photo 62 years ago. Or the name of the RAF engineer he was training with in Germany. Another day he would sit and hold the stuffed bird and view it from all angles and talk about the birds he used to feed in the garden.