You know how I feel sometimes? And particularly now. I feel like whatever I want to do things always go bad, bad, bad. They never improve, not only for me, but also for others.
If I had money I’d build my own care home, that would be similar to Fessey House, and I’d only admit people who’s families went to dementia training. But I don’t have money and I can do absolutely nothing.
Even the joy of creating content is not with me any more.
But then that one thought appears in my mind. I can actually do something. I can make inquest to happen. And maybe that will change something. It’s only that I will never know.