Just been trawling round the Day Care Centres trying to find somewhere for Jean to spend the day while I am out at work.
The places are all for old people in wheelchairs, with walking frames , varying degrees of deafness and other ailments. The places are like ovens where you can hardly draw breath.
In one place, where the users of the community bus had not yet turned up, about three or four folk were sat there glaring at us in case we took a seat that they had been saving for Edna or whoever when the bus turned up.
I nearly had to rugby tackle Jean to try and stop her from running out. She could not get to the door fast enough.
All of which means that she is obviously not going to be happy or settled in these places and that Social Services, who have decided that Jean is being left too long on her own, will have to sort out something suitable. She does spend a few hours each working day on her own but is quite safe. She has no idea how to work the cooker or any household gadgets at all and just sits most of the day looking out of the window.
Recently, she has been throwing stuff into the dustbins and garden, presumably "cleaning up" which is a real pain and is guaranteed to send me ballistic, especially when it's important letters, tins of food, jars of coffee and the like.
It's not the throwing away that drives me potty, it's the instant denial that it's not her, she hasn't done it, she's only just got here. There is only so much stuff you can put out of reach or hide in cupboards.
Just thought, suitcases!!! Perhaps I can hide tinned stuff and the like in there Going to clear the pantry shelves now and fill up my suitcases. I'll let you know if it works.
Jean does not understand that she only has to spend a few hours in these places and will not listen when this is explained.
The places are all for old people in wheelchairs, with walking frames , varying degrees of deafness and other ailments. The places are like ovens where you can hardly draw breath.
In one place, where the users of the community bus had not yet turned up, about three or four folk were sat there glaring at us in case we took a seat that they had been saving for Edna or whoever when the bus turned up.
I nearly had to rugby tackle Jean to try and stop her from running out. She could not get to the door fast enough.
All of which means that she is obviously not going to be happy or settled in these places and that Social Services, who have decided that Jean is being left too long on her own, will have to sort out something suitable. She does spend a few hours each working day on her own but is quite safe. She has no idea how to work the cooker or any household gadgets at all and just sits most of the day looking out of the window.
Recently, she has been throwing stuff into the dustbins and garden, presumably "cleaning up" which is a real pain and is guaranteed to send me ballistic, especially when it's important letters, tins of food, jars of coffee and the like.
It's not the throwing away that drives me potty, it's the instant denial that it's not her, she hasn't done it, she's only just got here. There is only so much stuff you can put out of reach or hide in cupboards.
Just thought, suitcases!!! Perhaps I can hide tinned stuff and the like in there Going to clear the pantry shelves now and fill up my suitcases. I'll let you know if it works.
Jean does not understand that she only has to spend a few hours in these places and will not listen when this is explained.