Namasti

I'm a dad.

During the last ten years leading up to the recession I've retrained no less then four times.

Today I work as a private contractor in the care industry. In laymen’s terms; if the person hovering your room, accidentally unplugs the handset on your electric bed, I'm the guy they call in to plug it back in. It’s one of those trades, like being an undertaker, where you can say 'hope we don’t see you again soon...!' And the customer doesn’t get offended.

The care system in the UK isn't perfect, like democracy, it doesn't always work the way it should; but it's the best system we have. It's a strange entity that exists behind closed doors, and between sheets of red tape and paperwork. And if you’re lucky enough, you'll never have to get to know it very well.

Oscar Wilde wrote, "Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."

I've decided to start this blog of sorts; as a virtual diary of all the thoughts, feelings and experiences I've had while working with some of the most venerable people in society, and the people who care for them. Understand that some of the details, like the identities of those I work for, those I work with, and even the clients themselves have been altered or omitted completely so as to protect their right to privacy.

What I'm trying to share with you is not some angry rant about how I hate the NHS. There are days which will stay with me for the rest of my life, and in a good way.