It’s case of after the Lord Mayor’s Show here this morning.  Yesterday I posted absolute praise of our GP and social worker.  Today I simply have to damn our Care Agency after sending a very clumsy carer this morning.  Her opening gambit was to tell to Maureen she wasn’t as confused, and anxious, as the last time she saw her.  Then it all came back to me she was the carer who told Maureen how to plug in a vacuum cleaner, and how to peg washing on the line.  Once I realised that; I had to get rid of her as soon as I could.  We packed her off after half an hour with a ‘porkie’ about needing to get to the doctors.

The worrying thing about this morning was that we hadn’t been told that Madam X was coming to sit with Maureen.  This has come on the back of sits not being arranged for Sunday when I’m off to London for the day.  Our social worker has confirmed that the Agency have had a couple of weeks notice of my trip to London.  Therefore, sits should have been in place by now.

I have registered concern with the Deputy Manager of the Agency this morning.   Maureen is so relieved I have rescued her from 3 hour with a carer who has a very puzzling approach to her role. She had already experienced a Spanish Inquistion for half an hour that has really rattled her.   She would have been in a right state if I’d left her in the clutches of Madam X for any longer.