Having moved mum down to near me in Devon, I've discovered that we have to wait for almost all services. Social Services said they would assess within 20 days. Well, it is already Day Fifteen and I haven't heard a thing from them. We got mum registered with the GP, whom we saw on Tuesday last week. She said she'd refer mum to the bowel and bladder clinic in South Molton, after she'd done a physical examination. The physical examination will be done next week. A couple of days ago I realised that the pad service won't begin until we've been to the clinic, which may be weeks away. Meantime we'll have to use Tena pads, which aren't as good as the NHS ones, and also quite expensive. Our GP also said she'd make a referral to Occupational Therapy, but ten days later I've not heard a thing from them either. We could really do with their advice on adapting mum's bungalow. And to top it all, Mum's rubbish isn't being collected. I rang the council, who told me that they won't adopt the road and start rubbish collections until all the bungalows are completed. Four more are still being constructed and progress seems painfully slow, so it might be several months before mum has a bin collection. In the meantime, either I or my brother are going to have to pick up her black bag rubbish and add it to our own. Each of these delays are minor on their own, but together they add considerably to the stress of the situation.