It is 3am, it is cold and dark and damp. I am tired and fed-up and sad.

My heart is being broken by a deeply demented 65 year old woman who can only whimper and cry for no obvious reason. She can hardly talk due to the dementia, crying quietly to herself is now a large part of her life.

She is clean and well looked after by her daughter who, a couple of months ago, suddenly had her mother-as-a-child, in addition to her own children, to look after.

It's jobs like that which slowly destroy your soul.

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Sent from a mobile phone, probably from the cab of an ambulance.
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