Excitement. A call from our man in charge. He has an inkling, only an inkling that we might, just might get the funding this week.....

Only trouble is the rooms we had lined up have gone to some other person.

Would we consider somewhere else?

We spent ages trawling round homes: some nice, but too expensive, some smelly and dingy with staff who looked like they were patients and the home we eventually plumped for suited us and dad. One of the points in its favour was that we wouldn't be ashamed for any passing relative to visit him there. The matron was cheerful, practical and had been 'in the business' for years, first as an employee and then buying the place along with another nearby. If you follow this blog backwards you will see that she visited us and accepted Dad as an 'inmate. I'll rephrase that, a client, a customer, whatever.

She kept a room for us for a good time but had to let it go whilst ESCC left us hanging every week.

Would I consider anywhere else? I talked myself into it.

"Well, I said, Dad has settled so well into respite he clearly suits that way of life, so we have less worries about how he will adapt.

We agreed that the team who find's places could be set this task immediately and hopefully come up with something within two days by which time we will know if the Committee are ready to fund him, always remembering that this is only an inkling....

Keep your fingers crossed for us that a) we get funding and b) a place is found that is not smelly, and has decent staff. Is it too much to hope for, probably.