Mum's agitation and wandering got so bad over the last week that her doctor recommended strongly that she be found a place in a care home where she can be kept safe while they assess her long term needs. The doctor got in touch with social services on Wednesday morning and she was supposed to move in the afternoon but it wasn't until Thursday morning that social services found a place for Mum. Even then it wasn't until 5 in the afternoon that we were able to move her and then I had to take her in a wheelchair taxi because social services couldn't provide transport. All this came after a stressful Wednesday night when after sitting around all afternoon waiting for a call to take mum to a home I got a call at seven in the evening from her sheltered accommodation manager to say she'd fallen and an ambulance had been called. My wife and I travelled down to be with her, in hospital we thought, but when we arrived the ambulance crew had examined her and decided - rightly - that she didn't need hospitalising. Mum was very restless until her medication kicked in but even then it wasn't safe to leave her alone and I stayed the night sitting in an armchair because there isn't a spare bed or sofa and no change of clothes. God knows how I looked or smelt by the time I got home 24 hours later. Anyway I took Mum to the care home where she looked so lost and sad and I just can't stop crying. I'm a bloke we're not supposed to blub, but every time I tell someone what is going on I start again. I know she couldn't stay where she was and that people are trying to keep her safe but are they really the lucky ones who live to an old age? So now we wait for an assessment and begin the search for somewhere permanent for her. I just wish she could find peace. It breaks my heart to see her this way.