There is a light at the end of the tunnel. It is dim and a long way off but it is there. After last weeks debacle things are a little better carer-wise. Following a 'more in anger than in sorrow' type phone call to the social services home care office some changes have been made. Jerry has been kept on for another week to oversee things, Shy Girl has been quietly removed and has been replaced by Alison who is in a different league. Kalepo (not spelt with a C) remains and grows in confidence with each passing day and Christian is coming when ever he is available. Even Cant Do has made an encore although we are yet to see if Sinatra like she will keep on returning.
Don't let me give you the impression that our home is a sunshine filled valley of happy bunnies just yet. Yesterday, for example, as Polly was preparing for her father's funeral, setting out a buffet for after the service, one of the new carers (Can't Do as it happens) didn't arrive. Jerry who was only here to supervise stepped in to help Kalepo but it was something we could have done with out on such a stressful day. It turned out that a fire at a major local junction had caused traffic chaos for miles around. However Can't Do had notified her office of the situation more than an hour before she eventually got to us, but did they pass the information on? Answers on a postcard please.
You may remember that I was having problems with my wheelchair footplates and that they were causing a right pain in my left foot. The wheelchair service is looking for suitable replacements but in the meantime Polly has gaffer-taped a bright yellow car-cleaning sponge to my left footplate. In addition, to support the small of my back, I've started to use a bright red cushion. So my sleek, black and grey, high-tech wheelchair is beginning to look decidedly technicolour. I'm so cool.