Archive for the ‘Care of the elderly’ Category


Strange, I have always liked Johnny Cash, no that’s not strange. I have seen in him concert, I have listened to his music but without really thinking. San Quentin made me think, with one or two other tracks but I never understood the significance of Big John being called the man in black. Earlier I wrote a post and used Wanted Man as a media insert. This got me thinking about Johnny’s music. I You Tubed him and have just listened to

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2Gp2LtiGWs&feature=endscreen&NR=1

He says in 3.02 what I haven’t been able to say in thousands of words, I feel inadequate, in awe and grateful.

Miss you John

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I am so pleased that in these times of austerity and belt tightening that those at the very top of the tree are leading by example. Most of the ordinary working people in the UK have had pay rises of less than one per cent over the last couple of years, all doing their bit for the shrinking economy. We are all patting ourselves on the back for our selfless sacrifice for the greater good.

Meanwhile, back in Gotham City, the FTSE 100 CEO’s have managed to husband their resources, save on staff salaries, reduce the work force and award themselves an 11% pay increase according to the BBC.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-17996094

In 2011 their pay rose by half, according to The Guardian

http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2011/oct/28/ftse-100-directors-earnings-rose-by-almost-half

Noe Thr Telegraph reported today that ‘Michael Spencer, the former Tory party co-treasurer who runs broker Icap, got £13.4 million.’ If my maths serves 11% of 13.4 million is

1 474 000

That is the equivalent of about 67 new Police Officers. 69 nurses, and for a worker over 21 being paid the minimum wage of £6.08 per hour for a 40 hour week (12646.40 for 52 weeks work) a further 116 people could be found work. It will not have escaped your attention that Michael Spencer is, presumably, one of Dave’s mates. A believer in the big society. The Politico‘s lament the rising unemployment figures but cannot find a solution.

How about not taking obscene pay rises, perhaps even reducing or foregoing the odd million pound from your salary on top, and using the cash to create some jobs? I wonder how many people would be able to struggle by on £500,000 a month? What would we spend it on, if Mike could manage to get by on this he could donate 7.4 million to job creation. Now, they would say it is but a drop in the ocean, if all the FTSE CEO’s followed suit it would be a substantial pot. Then of course there are all those who do not fall within the FTSE 100 but still earn in excess of £6,000,000 a year.

Come on Dave, big society, who are you trying to kid. All you want is for the poor to sort their own problems out without inconveniently getting in the way, so you and your chums can party.

Mr Clegg, another posh boy who ought to know better given his parties history has been noticeable by his silence on issues of any importance. Some of the money generated could be used to provide free solar energy for the very poorest, investment in alternative technologies to sustain the country through the impending doom of global warming. Even using the money to research new technologies or to build sustainable housing would be better than having it sit in a fat cats bank account.


School Run

Tiny lady with your Pilates mat,
Size 0 the prize to strive for,

Dietry fad, energy superfood.

You pay your personal trainer,
‘Keep me young and desirable.’

Live long, live young, I’ll be happy.

Can’t stop too long too busy to stay,
Must drive like the wind to get coffee,

And pain au chocolat, Danish.

School run again, 500 yards,
MY kids can’t walk it’s not safe,

A pervert behind every tree.

My Hummer is bright yellow,
It’s just my colour,

It roars like a beast on heat.

Kids legs don’t work, too heavy by half,
Control paddle hands muscle bound.

Too bright, no practical skills.

There’s ‘little’ Jimmy,
‘McDonalds Ma, supersize me’

Full fat cowgrease ‘milkshake’

Drop off the kids, ‘don’t I look great’ speak into my iPhone,
Open the door Jim heave yourself out

Granny knocked flying by your metal

‘She shouldn’t be there,
It’s my bit of road,

Paid for by hubby, a banker.’


I believe that any society should treat its old folk with respect and consideration. We all, whether we like it or not, come from hunter gatherers. In indigenous populations the world over the old are respected for their wisdom. They are cared for in family groups and not shut away as we do in the west. I saw an article today which seems to equate the way we deal with the old and infirm as equivalent to torture.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/elderhealth/9123761/Treatment-of-elderly-amounts-to-torture-says-equality-watchdog.html

It is time we took a long hard look at how we deal with our parents. The photograph is of one of my relatives as a young girl. She was fortunate and never needed to be placed in a home. Part of what I do now is to try and protect the elderly from the profiteering of the owners of ‘Care’ homes. It seems to me a truism that the powers entrusted with investigating abuses in care homes find the task unpallatable. The legislation is far from perfect. The lawyers who advise have conflicting views and a desire to save their budgets for more ‘high profile’ jobs. The supervisors often believe that either the problem does not exist, or if it does it will be too resource intensive to be thoroughly investigated. The government must shoulder part of the blame, not only for the apalling legislation but also for the reduction in funding. Without investigators on the ground, from CQC to Police to Social Services, how do they think such matters will be resolved.

Of course the view may well be that the elderly do not contribute much to the economy of this green and pleasant land. They are also heavy users of resources. This view deliberately ignores and obscures the truth. Without the elderly there would be no green and pleasant land. They laid the foundation of prudence and thrift which now seems long forgotten. If the spoilt individuals in Parliament never had to worry about money, the dominant majority being born to money, why do we expect they would understand thrift and the point behind saving.

The elderly often become invisible because they are tucked away, out of sight out of mind. Left to fester in ill run homes where, the sooner they die the more profit for the homes and the families. This allegedly United Kingdom is riddled from floor to ceiling with self serving greed. The old relations can be dragged out once a week for tea then put back in their box to suffer the long lonely days until they truly give up and slip from their earthly existence.

Other cultures look after their elderly. They have a greater social conscience. The elderly can help look after the children, they can amuse and impart knowledge with their stories an knowledge. They are seen as continuing to contribute to the well being and the social stability of the nation / group.

In the west we only see pitfalls, we see problems. We have grown used to living apart and believe this is the new natural order. At the same time we fail to identify the real link between divided families and mental illness. The correlation between isolation and disease. The issues caused by self interest and greed at the expense of the less fortunate. Their will always be those who have more, it seems in this age the idea of philanthropy has died. ‘I need all my money for myself, indeed I need your money for myself too.’

I should love to see a nation of philanthropic giving. Of the closure of most, if not all care homes. If the elderly are sick, they should have free unfettered access to health care. If they are infirm they can stay at home or live with their children or communities. Young people are now mobile, but that mobility comes at a price. No longer do children live, as a rule, in the same town / village / neighbourhood as their parents. Surely with all the wisdom gained by the previous millenia we must be able to solve these problems in a dignified and humane way.


Muddling through the maze of other people’s lives as if they, or anyone else, else really cares. It seems strange that as world problems increase in size, the Police seem to be reduced to meddling in the lives of the ordinary citizen. Unwanted, unloved. 

‘Help help please come quick.’ ‘Why are you here F**k off and let us be.’ These are the cries I constantly hear from the ‘customers’ I deal with daily.  

It seems no -one is able to sort out their own life or indeed take responsibility for it. We live in a sound bite age. Politicians, as they have always done, promise much but deliver little. 

Thecountry is up in arms about standards in care homes we are told. The government want positive action. However, the laws are, according to CPS, badly drafted.  Cynical as I am I read this as being drafted to help the care home owners get rich at the expense of the vulnerable. There is no redress for the old and infirm. Close a care home down sure. The managers are not brought to account but we may be able to prosecute a poorly paid, poorly trained carer. Justice is depicted as blind but is she when the law is drafted by the blinkered self obsessed fools of Westminster who have not even one toe in reality?