I'm really glad I didn't visit the home dad's been sent to before he went in. It's shabby and has a faintly unpleasant aroma. It has a rating of good in all areas from the CQC and 5 (highest) from the council which theoretically puts it level with the one I wanted dad to go to - but...
I don't like it.
I suppose what matters most is that dad is ok there - and he doesn't know where he is even when he's home. The staff don't seem to understand dementia in the way that the people at the other home did. They're OK - but...
When we pulled in to the car park the first letter of the home's name had dropped off the sign - which immediately made me think of Fawlty Towers
And that impression continued...
I don't think dad is impressed - he's already sworn at someone and thrown his drink at another resident so when we arrived he was sitting directly in front of the TV but not really watching it. Sis and I managed to get him to finish his tea - white bread cheese sandwiches and monster munch - not impressed
. He'll be constipated, or maybe he already is and that's why he got aggressive.
The staff are good in some ways, we were reassured that dad's outburst was not a problem and, as it's not his normal behaviour, they will check for infection if it continues.
But still - Farwty Towels!!!