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70%u201cShe had me very late in life. I%u2019m lucky to be here as many women would not be able to give birth at her age. She%u2019s eighty-nine. Up until eight years ago, she was as fit and able as you and I. Alas, she%u2019s bedridden suffering late stage Alzheimer's and needs around the clock care. I%u2019ve been doing it, but it meant giving up my job. I%u2019m afraid my savings have been exhausted and I have a new well-paid job to start this Monday.%u201d%u201cThank you. Well you%u2019ve just answered some of the questions I was about to ask you. May I see her please?%u201d %u201cYes. Her name is Elsie. Come with me. She lives in the annexe. We sold her house before she became ill as she was just getting older, and used the money to add on the annexe.%u201d%u201cIt%u2019s a common thing to do. I%u2019ve worked for quite a few people who did similar.%u201d Keith told her as they went through an adjoining door. Tina pointed to the stair lift. %u201cShe%u2019s no longer able to use that, of course. Her bedroom is upstairs. If you were to live in and be a full time carer, you would have a bedroom, a spare room next to mine in the main house. The sofa over there also turns into a bed. Sometimes, if she%u2019s very bad, I%u2019ve slept on that through the night. You might have to as well.%u201dHe nodded. %u201cMay I see the spare room after I%u2019ve met your mother.%u201d%u201cSure. I%u2019ll give you the grand tour.%u201d Tina told him. She took him upstairs and into a bedroom, passing a walk-in wet room with a toilet, shower, and sink, which she briefly mentioned.%u201cMum. This is Keith. This delightful man is going to look after you. Isn%u2019t he lovely?%u201dKeith sits down next to her on the bed. %u201cMay I hold your hand Mother Richardson?%u201dThe woman in the bed with glazed eyes, white hair, and drivelling The Carer