Only in the last year have I started doing it and really only became aware of it the other night when my missus woke me up in the kitchen which is the other end of the house. The next morning she found a knife and fork in the fridge!

Previously I've come too in the ensuite and in the walk in absolutely lost.
Luckily I live in a very quiet neighbourhood so if I go for a walk down the street I should be fairly safe!
I'm guessing it's a result of a combination of a skin full and my heart medication.