Careless Carer

Mostly, due to my liberal use of the 'f' word, the people who visit my blog ( you know who you are! ) are searching for something very different by way of content that what they find. And mostly - judging by what they where searching for that I see in the web hit tracker my lovely husband pointed me towards - it serves them right. They visit, realise that it's not porn, and off they go.

But, earlier on in the week I had a visitor who was a carer. She opened a whole new blog world for me to read via the portal of her's as she's linked to lots of other people who have relatives and loved ones who are ill. I've put her blog in my links and thoroughly recommend anyone that's here because they are interested in any aspect of caring to go there.

I am not a carer - I don't put in the hours, I don't have the grinding slog, the wearing down, the tedium, the seemingly endless burden of care. But loads of people do, and they have my genuine profound admiration. The job they do is awesome.