the shower floor was dusty

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It has been another week of viewing properties where people with mental health issues, the disabled and elderly live.

Only one was a NSW Department of Housing property. Let’s call her ‘Doris’.

Doris has a mental health worker visit her regularly and she also gets assistance with shopping 5 times a week. I assumed the property would be maintained to a reasonable standard.
How wrong I was.

After a lengthy chat with Doris to help her feel at ease with me, I can look around to see what we need to do. I have a check list in my head and carefully look at Doris’ space.

  • Plumbing,
  • fridge,
  • cooking,
  • food,
  • smoke detector,
  • bedding, and
  • showering.

Doris’ case worker is with me and we go over all the hazards in this Department of Housing unit.

  • The oven didn’t work,
  • the toilet didn’t flush,
  • the carpet joins were torn and were trip hazards for Doris.

This situation is not all about cleaning. I stood in the shower, and I don’t get this bit…

The floor was dusty. The cake of soap was like a brick. Something was missing here. I just don’t get it.

We assume we can can do ‘normal life’ every day. You and I have access to a functioning living space. Why not Doris? The toilet didn’t flush and the shower floor was dusty – but she gets shopping help 5 times a week.

I leave Doris’ home with an offer for Clean Queens to give her living environment a make-over. I can see it will be an easy clean.

Doris needs more than a visit 5 times a week and some help with shopping .

 

come on down Hugo!

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Clean Queens had our first home birth!

I was at a clients’ home dealing with another issue completely, when suddenly baby Hugo decided it was time to make his presence felt!
Surprised?

So was new mum Anna, when baby Hugo was born on her best single seater lounge chair.

Anna had no idea she was pregnant! She had been traveling and yes, she had put on some weight but not enough to suggest pregnancy. It happens more often than we realise (1 in 2,455 births) and then out of the blue two lives change with very little fanfare.

I’m so used to dealing with the other end of the life spectrum – this was definitely one for the books!

We wish Anna and Hugo all the best for their new lives.