Hi there
As many of my (four?) readers will be aware, I do enjoy writing about the foibles of shop assistants. Well, surprise, I've discovered a new sub-category...
Rest Home assistants.
My ex-swimming pal J (hereafter to be named Jay) is now in a rest home. She's bed-ridden after a fall. I visited her last week.
As I entered the building, the fire alarm was ringing. Staff were congregating in the foyer. There was not a sign of a resident. It was a surprise drill.
When I was allowed to get to Jay's room, she was extremely anxious over the ringing alarm. No staff member had told her anything before, during or after the alarm. Half a dozen heavy hallway safety doors had been closed. No-one had answered when she'd rang her emergency bell.
I spoke to an aide -
"You could have poked your head into Jay's room and told her what was going on. What if it had been a real fire?" I said.
" I will tell her after," said the nurse aide.
"But she could be dead by then. "
"Yeah?"
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