Some of the learning-disabled people I support live in a 'care' home staffed almost exclusively by residents of Numptyshire. One chap had been routinely coming to our day service without things he needed eg money, gloves in cold weather, a change of clothes. My informal requests for improvement were ignored. Then one day the chap was brought in soaked in his own urine: he is incontinent and his conveen had come off, allowing urine to soak his trousers and wheelchair seat. The wibbling hippy who brought him in said "I think it's Rice Crispies" despite the overpowering smell of ammonia. A search of our chap's bag turned up, again, no spare clothes so we sent the hippy back to base for them. An hour later the berk still hadn't returned so I phoned the home's manager. She apologised. I replied that it's not me she should be apologising to. I'm seriously considering phoning CSCI anonymously about this shower.