Tripping up – Now here’s a turn-up – the old Carer now has a Carer herself. Fact is, she tripped down the stairs, slammed face-first into the bannister and fractured her wrist and neck and now can’t use her hands. I was following her up the stairs and I can tell you I had such a mighty fright at the kerfuffle that I rushed quaking to hide behind the toilet bowl and had to be pulled out by the young Carer when he finally returned from somewhere called ‘a –an-ee’. And now they are blaming me for tripping her up. The old Carer can’t remember a thing as she knocked herself out, but nor can I, as I was also traumatised. Now she’s back home I am again sleeping on her duvet rather than in my bison snug as I’m worried she’ll disappear again. ‘Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone’, to coin a phrase…