George used to stand in a corridor for hours - counting. "One, two, three, seven, one, ten". He was a resident in a nursing home and when he was doing his counting he would refuse to eat and it was very difficult to get him to engage in any sort of activity. Then, one of the nurses talked to a relative. George had been a pig farmer and he regularly counted out the pigs going to slaughter. Knowing this staff could say to him, “George the pigs have gone. Come for lunch now. Have a break before...