Tuesday, 28 July 2026

SOCIAL WORKER ZONE? Huh! More Like The TWILIGHT ZONE - (Or The PHANTOM ZONE)...


Okay, seeing as how Ash Walmsley introduced him into the discussion in his letter to me, now let's talk about social worker Martin Gourlay.  When I first met him, he didn't strike me as willing to be particularly helpful, though, eventually, he appeared to come round to my way of thinking on a couple of issues and managed to get the Home to do likewise.  Namely, ensuring my mother's door was shut at all times so that she wasn't subject to the gaze of visitors or other residents when she might not have been fully dressed, or lying in her bed.  I wanted my mother's privacy and dignity to be preserved, not have her open to public scrutiny or intrusion when she wasn't very presentable (and even when she was).

The other thing was to get the Home to prepare my mother for bed by 10 p.m. as I had originally stipulated when she first went into the place.  Staff were in the habit of letting her sit up until whenever time she wanted to, because some numpty of an alleged 'senior carer' decided that as my mother sometimes went to bed early of her own accord, she was then therefore perfectly capable of going to bed at 10 p.m.  This led to my mother sitting up extremely late, resulting in her being too tired to get up at the allotted time in the morning.  I'd visit in the evening, only to find her still in bed and unresponsive because she was half-asleep.  (Sometimes she was in a deep sleep, and I'd sit with her for a while and then come home.)

It occurs to me now that perhaps he only assisted me in this in order to keep me happy so I had less to complain about, which in turn kept the Care Home happy.  However, staff continued to leave my mother's door wide open (or not close it when they saw it was open as they'd been instructed to do).  I'll give you more details on that at another time.  Like I said in a previous post, I had been trying to get my mother moved elsewhere, but Mr. Gourlay always hit me with the same spiel.  "I'd advise against that as it wouldn't be in her best interests" he'd say, though as the relative with POA and a certificate of incapacity, that should have been my decision.

Given recent comments of his, it appears he effectively sabotaged my efforts to have my mother moved by informing Homes I applied to I was always moaning and complaining, inevitably resulting in them not wanting her.  And how absurd is it for someone to visit my mother to evaluate her, then decide she seemed happy enough where she was?  (Perhaps influenced by Mr. Gourlay's input?)  As I said before, my mother would've been happy anywhere as she didn't know where she was to begin with.  (She sometimes thinks I live there and asks me what room I'm in.)  Moving her to another Care Home would've had no more (if any) adverse effect on her than moving her to another part of the building, which has already been done.  As she is deemed unfit to make decisions for herself (aside from minor things like what colour of cardigan she'd like to wear, and what she wants to eat), that decision fell within my purview.

(Also, he said that seeing faces of new staff might be disorientating for her, though there's new staff in the place all the time, they don't keep anyone for long.  And I doubt my mother recognises any long-term staff anyway.  Nothing but feeble and unconvincing excuses to avoid moving her.  No Care Home wants residents removed due to families not being happy with them as it looks bad, and it seems to me Mr. Gourlay is far more concerned with what Care Homes want than what families want.) 

When I was 'phoning through a list of lawyers, one told me she had the same problem as I had, but in reverse.  Social Work wanted to take her mother into care, whereas she wanted her mother to stay at home and be looked after - as did her mother.  That's the thing about social workers - they impose themselves into your life and try and take over, making decisions that should lie within the province of families or individuals themselves.  His boss returns from holiday on August 10th; I'm then going to see if I can have him replaced as my mother's allocated social worker with someone else.  Even if the Home reverses its ban on me, how can I ever go into the place again, with staff holding the upper hand and being in a position of being able to make any accusations against me they like and be believed?  It would be an untenable situation.

Given recent remarks of his, he seems to be siding with Meadowbrook and its employees on this one, without letting me know precisely what I'm supposed to have said (something about sitting on my knee) and who said it, thereby denying me the ability to hold her to account (in a legal way) for it.  I've used the line "Well, sit on my knee and tell me what you want for Christmas" around a dozen times in response to people telling me I look like Santa over the last couple of months (with no negative reaction), and I have a dim memory of saying, in response to a comment about there not being enough room to swing a cat in my mother's room, something like "I know - if you wanted to sit down, it'd have to be on my knee, 'cos you're not getting my chair."  Sexual harassment?  My perfectly formed and finely-chiselled @rse!

Whichever it was, there was no sexual intent behind it, and all lawyers I've spoken to are incredulous about it.  (As are various women I'm friendly with.)  Knowing the precise words and the identity of my accuser would assist me in having a clearer recollection and help cut through my brain fog.  How do I even know my accuser is the person I spoke to?  She may have heard a colleague laughing about my remark and appropriated it for her own sinister ends.  Meadowbrook doesn't care, as it provides them with ammunition against me.

That's why, whichever one it was, I suspect it's been seized upon in a blatant attempt to 'bring me to heel', in order to discredit my claims and complaints about some of the staff, and to deter me from making their many lapses public (as I threatened to do), out of fear that their (false) allegations of 'sexual impropriety' against me also become known.  A scare tactic in other words.  Or maybe even just to get their own back on me for making formal complaints about some of them.  Hey, it could even be both, as neither possibilities are mutually exclusive.

Wish me well, Crivvies - and this isn't the end of this story - it's only the beginning.

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Update: I've now been informed the 'incident' doesn't relate to either of the two possibilities I suggested (they did occur, but I can't remember who was involved in the first one, and there were a dozen or more separate individuals in the second - outside of the Home - so that makes whatever it was (my knee still features in the allegation, oddly) a definite fabrication.  So it's either Meadowbrook trying to frighten me off from revealing any more of their shortcomings, or vengeful staff seeking payback for me complaining about them.  Maybe even both.  I'm determined to get to the bottom of it.

The 'MYSTERY' Of The MISSING SLIPPERS...



Okay, still on the subject of Meadowbank Care Home, which used to be known as Whitehills Care Home, let's talk about the litttle matter of theft that goes on within the place.  Money (£10 in one case) has been stolen from my mother's purse within her room on two separate occasions, unopened bottles of Lucozade regularly went missing, and her footwear has now gone 'walkabout' at least six times.  Perhaps I should say five-and-a-half times, because in one instance, it was 'only' one item of footwear.  On that occasion it was a slipper, and I'm still slightly baffled as to how a single slipper can disappear without the other one going missing at the same time.  Maybe they fell out, eh?  So, to date, that's three and-a-half pairs of slippers and two pairs of shoes that have 'mysteriously' vanished.

At the time, I was still in the unenviable position of having to make regular complaints about the place; windows being left open on cold winter nights with no heating on, and - get this - staff continually placing my mother's footwear on the top shelf of the wardrobe out of sight and reach of my mother - or under a duvet on the bottom of the wardrobe where they couldn't be seen.  I remind you that my mother has Alzheimer's, so if something is out of sight, it's also out of mind, yet no matter how many times I politely pointed this out, it still persisted.  Surely this constitutes a striking example of stupidity if nothing else does?  I eventually wrote on a whiteboard a note requesting that staff refrain from putting her shoes and slippers in the wardrobe.  Did it make a blind bit of difference?  Did it 'eck as like!

One evening, I mentioned to a member of staff who came into the room that this was still happening, despite the neatly printed sign requesting it desist.  I indicated the sign to her (it was above the radiator at the side of my mother's armchair) and she looked at it and said "How long has that beem there?"  "About a year" I replied.  "Rubbish" she said, "I've never seen it before!"  "That's more a reflection on your powers of observation - or lack of them - than it is on the sign's visibility" I responded.  How could anyone come into a room over the course of a year and not see a clearly visible sign?  The short answer is that quite a number of staff in the place walk about like farts in a trance and don't pay attention to what's going on around them.  And too many of them are, in my opinion based on experience, simply stupid.

Incidentally, these are all documented facts, preserved in emails I sent to management and which I still have to this day.  Regarding the missing footwear, I'm convinced they were purloined out of spite by a disgruntled staff member with a grudge against me because I regularly complained about lots of things.  Well, wouldn't you if it were your mother?  If ever a search was implemented of other residents' rooms (or anywhere else) to see if some befuddled biddy had decided to 'adopt' them, there was never any sign of them.  As Sherlock Holmes said, "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth!"  A simple matter of logic, which, unfortunately, isn't much in evidence at Meadowbrook.  If none of the residents had removed the footwear, then it must've been a member of staff.

My mother hadn't been in the Home long when she mentioned one day her watch was missing.  I searched the room, sliding my hands down the sides and back of her armchair and under any items which might be obscuring sight of it.  No, definitely missing so I reported it to staff.  A few days later I received a 'phone call informing me the watch had been found down the side of her armchair.  Not possible.  That's one instance where another resident had clearly made off with it and it had been discovered in her room.  The Home obviously didn't want me thinking there were any light-fingered old ladies around who were attracted to glittery things they might take a liking to.  Not theft exactly, but 'appropriation' by a confused and unfortunate individual.  However, it showed me that staff were prepared to lie in order to protect the Home's reputation.

(Oh, here's another one I just remembered.  As I arrived one night, I noticed that someone had peed all over the floor outside the reception office.  It didn't appear to have been noticed [no yellow signs around it] so I brought it to a member of staff's attention.  She looked at it and then said "No, it's just cold tea."  Cold tea my @rse - I know pee when I see [and smell] it.) 

And then there's the matter of the toilet seat.  You've already seen the photos.  Whenever I noticed excrement on the seat, I drew it the staff's attention as I was leaving, and they said they'd clean it.  On my next visit I could see that although it had been wiped, it hadn't been wiped thoroughly and the seat or porcelain under it still had traces of schect on view.  When I compared the photos I took, it was obvious from the 'pattern' it was the same as on my previous visit.  This catalogue of past events, along with more recent ones, explains why some staff, possibly at the urging of the 'higher ups', are trying to blacken my name with ludicrous allegations and bully me into silence.  Anyway, I'm getting tired so I'm off to my scratcher.  More true and documented stories about the failings of Whitehills/Meadowbrook coming soon - and that's a promise.

(Don't worry, Martin, your turn in the spotlight is also coming soon.)