so, six weeks further on, which for a daily blog has something to be desired, and we are at a major juncture, I am a carer for about 13 and a half hours a day and eight hours off once a fortnight. My father is now at a stage where I am physically starting to struggle with him and my mother, who has him at night, just can't. The juncture we are now at is that we are going to be putting him into full time nursing care, and although we have generally spoken about this change, we're not sure whether he has understood what is going to happen.
This is going to be a big change for all of us, not just my father, my mother will be able to get on with her life, although she has been able to go out most days, she will now be able to go on holiday and have weekends away. I, will have to work out what I am going to do, much of what  did in my degree has gone, being unable to maintain the skills, so now I will have to relearn or re-skill not to mention find an income, since a carers income is so low as to move most into poverty. I have had to decide between visiting friends or buying a bag of ground coffee or a single item of budget clothing each month, pretty much a sad description of the way carers are treated.