I am getting the first intimations of what it may mean to have a live in the carer from the agency.
Two phone calls.
One from the carer who will be coming on Wednesday. All she wanted to know what how to get to us, as she does not know the area. After a couple of attempts at directions,I arranged for her to come to a station, where I can pick her up by car. She seemed to appreciate that, as she was worrying about her luggage – fair enough. No questions about Anna. I also know nothing about her, though I would guess from her accent that she is West Indian by birth.
I will be able to talk to her in the car on Wednesday afternoon, before she walks in the house with her suitcase. She is coming for four weeks.
Then today I got a call from another carer – who will be coming in a month’s time. She wanted to talk to the other carer. I explained she had not started yet. She also wanted to know how to get here – she is new to London, she said. I recognised a South African accident. Again no questions about Anna, and she was not wanting to talk to me.
It seems that their anxiety is all about transport – about what they do when they get here they don’t have any anticipatory worries.
I do.