At least she noticed, Mishap. I arrived at my mum's flat today to find that she'd had her bowels open 'good and proper' in the bed! The carers were all of a dither because our local MP, Jim Paice was due to visit. All the local dignitaries were downstairs in the foyer, TV cameras, local paper etc. Boy! did I want to go down and ambush him in the car park! I couldn't leave the flat because I was due to have a meeting with mum's dementia specialist. She arrived as he was being shown around all the impressive facilities for independant living but I bet not a word was mentioned about what happens when you are no longer independant, very frail and vulnerable and the carers don't give a shit have the necessary training to deal with it.
We hatched a plan....I will write to Jim Paice explaining that while I would have liked to have met him, I had not been informed of his visit so was not fully prepared. I also had a more important meeting to attend as we were discussing my mother's end of life care. In the letter I will not pull any punches regarding the appalling treatment mum has received lately and the fact that, if her Independant Living care home suddenly decide they don't want to care for her any longer, they can actually give her notice to leave!!
As we left, Jim Paice was being taken in to lunch. Mum's doctor gave me a nudge and whispered 'Go For It'. I said (horrified), 'What. Now?' She laughed and said, 'Not now but make sure you write that letter.'
When I got home and told DH he sighed with relief that I will not be on telly tonight doing a 'Joanna Lumley'. In his words, 'I know what you're like!'