It was painful to watch. I had to fight to get my mother - and later my father -decent care. The only reason I got it was that I was 200 miles away and there was no other family. I had to cope on my own with all the rigmarole which meant I had to do lots of reading and research on the subject. This led to one social worker admitting I was quite knowledgeable on the subject; it wasn't my choice, I just had to be. The doctor at one point said I was was stressing out his receptionist because of my insistence on getting mum's tablets checked. Glad I did because it turned out he was giving her tablets without taking note of the contraindications and effects on the ones she was already taking. I wish I'd pursued that - but I didn't have the energy - but he did take note. As you can tell, watching that play has brought it all back. It was just brilliantly acted. In spite of recognition of the Baby Boom the UK is just not geared up to deal with us now we're getting old.
Thinking of selling due to heat
Cometh the hour, cometh the Binface…


