Me on a good day.

Only trouble is it isn't me and it wasn't a good day.

I was hoping for a second relaxing day but I had two phone calls. I didn't answer them and checked my messages afterwards and I really wanted to speak to the first person who phoned because it was the lady from the Quality Care Commission about my complaint against the care home where mum had been recently for me to get two weeks respite.

She took all the details and is going to speak to the manager of the home but as I said to her, in all the time spent organising the respite, getting the assessment done and going back for lost clothing and a rummage through other people's things in their laundry I never once saw or spoke to anyone who appeared to be in charge.

So it will be interesting to see who actually rings me back about my complaint.

Hearing from the QCC was a good thing but it unsettled me for the rest of the day and I went round feeling like it had all just happened, or happened again.

Relating it all refreshed the experience and I could have done without that today.