A carer’s tale
Please read my stories with an open mind and heart. I write these stories as entertainment and to record my stories as a carer not to blame or offend anyone.

This is the second time we ventured out for a treat at Waitrose café. It is a rather nice café with cakes and lovely teas.

Mr.J. recently had a bit of an accident with his hip (I still do not know what exactly happened) so he uses a wheelchair that we call ‘the trolley’. I asked him to walk a bit so put some exercise in, then he hopped into the trolley and we swished into town. We went straight to Waitrose. We ordered coffee and cakes. The place was packed and rather not prepared for wheelchair customers. We had fun listening to the buzz of others’ chatting away. Then we rolled around the shop for some groceries. Eventually, we made our way back to the house.

Our outing reminded me of Jack whom I took care of for a while in the early 2000’s. He had a very similar type of dementia to that of Mr.J.’s. He could only enjoy good food, great music, and long walks. It would be so great if there was a way to have more fun during our long days like our visit to Waitrose. However, with the arrangements of the assignments there is not much time for fun outings. Most of my time is spent with ‘maintenance’, and cooking.
Additionally, I only do cover work. I go from one assignment to the other, so by the time, I learn a client’s habits and interests I move onto the next one. C’est la vie, I suppose.

The Waitrose visit