Hoisting the elderly man into his bed, I smoothed down the sheets. ‘Goodnight,’ I told him and went to leave.
No sooner had I turned round than there was the sound of another resident ringing their bell.
And then I heard a familiar voice.
‘Ivy-Louise, can you see to that?’ called my colleague Tony
Life as a carer at a dementia home was a busy one.
But I was irritated.
Tony wasn't my boss but he still loved to tell me what to do.
I was only 20 and guessed that Tony's greying hair ^