Gulags in our cities; the terror that awaits all of us.
It’s the smell that hits me first. Not the ferrety lemon yellow scent of the whole building, but a dense, dark, dirty green, pungent ammoniacal stench of soaked-in urine that has started to degrade, the stench of hell. This I become aware of a subdued moan; ‘Oh dear, oh dear, oh... Read more »
The averted face of care
The carers leave notes for each other on the wall above the work surface in her kitchen. The one this morning read, ‘If the district nurse or any member of the family ask you to help them move Doris, you must say NO!’ I went through to the bedroom. Mum was... Read more »