A disconnected life lived in three worlds.

One is home with comfort and pleasure and you.

One is work with tales of woe, can’t wait to go home.

One is in my car a place of peace and thoughts running free.

I miss the continuity of a life with normal hours.

Feeling that I exist in one place.

This disconnected existence could be mine for five more years.

My problem is I would find it hard too only have two days off every week.

I love my time at home working or relaxing in the garden, taking the dogs to roam.

If I had a choice I would probably spend most of it at home.

Working in the shed making driftwood lamps.

Making home more gentile and relishing each minute spent with you.

Being a wage slave is not a satisfactory existence.

No wonder that employers meet with such resistance.

They treat people like machines, but don’t maintain them.

A human’s life is much more than the profit that retains it.

A life should be more than a struggle to survive.

We take for granted the wasted carers lives.

The families that can no longer cope, entrust them to lesser beings.

Pay them the minimum to keep them from the reality that they are fleeing.

Social care needs a revamp to bring it into reality.

If it’s not done soon for many it will be too late.

Social workers that rarely know the people on their books.

Private care providers owned by doctors who want to be millionaires.