I feel sure Scarlett would have an ode to summarise this , not sure of the tune though. A carers life for me, A phone call, So sorry no carer tomorrow , unless you want a stranger, No thanks we know that doesn't work. A rota through the post Oh dear, they have forgotten, I am out for the day That day, well I hoped to be. A phonecall, can you alter that visit to all day? Of course I will phone her, and let you know. No one phones A phone call, have you got a carer all day then? Oh yes one of your usual ones until lunch, And then a stranger. Please cancel that as we know that won't work. A phone call sorry can't travel to see you tomorrow as no carer. A phone call, no early carer today, so sorry, Will you be Ok? I'll cope. Lunchtime, the doorbell goes, Carer here, a stranger. Sorry I cancelled you, come and meet my OH anyway. She goes, he smiles, he likes her. A phone call, if you are stuck again this week, We will try her, I will stay in to explain things. Repeat several times a month. I feel sure my dear OH is not the only AZ person who not only can't explain his needs, or how to manage his meals and handling without distress or risk, but who does not like a total stranger doing his personal care and can then resist. And ' they' go on with all the cutbacks and economies while paying what feels like lip service to preventing carer stress.