We've got Carers (Cecilia Peartree)
And we also have mice, despite keeping a killer cat who stalks foxes and attempts to savage dogs (more on that later) on the premises. Also, according to our next-door neighbour, a squirrel who lives in our attic, but who has left no trace of his presence there and no clue as to how he gets in and out. The carers are a recent development and have arrived to smooth a family member's path on his return from hospital. There are upsides and downsides to this. The upside, of course, is that they carry out care tasks that I either wouldn't manage at all or that I would prefer not to have to think about doing, because as well as being totally unsuited myself to being any kind of carer, I've become aware recently that I have very little spare capacity left in my mind. In case this makes it seem as if I've gone into a senile decline, I must point out that my daughter-in-law, who is a good bit less than half my age, recently posted a graphic on Facebook saying 'I've go...