It has just occurred to me, the major difference between my old job as a gas engineer, and my new(er) job as a carer is this – as a gasman, I saw my customers/clients, wee auld biddies in distress, once or twice a year, whereas as a carer, I see my residents/service users, wee auld biddies in distress, more or less every single day of the week. I am told that I am their carer, not their friend. In December(one week after my focking fortieth) I will have been at this job two years. Most of these people are like family to me now. I suppose that makes me a bad carer. But hey, I never do anything ‘right’, life, love, and aw the rest o’ it. But I try…