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Clarriots Care Bromley, Beckenham (2026)

25/01/2016

"Never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person is at stake".
Clarriots Care Bromley

22/01/2016

**FULL TIME/PART TIME CARERS WANTED**
Clarriots Care Bromley is now recruiting for full time and part time carers.
Must be reliable and flexible
No experience or qualifications needed as full training will be provided
contact 07505732084 if interested

20/01/2016

We recognize that each person is valuable and unique with his or her own purpose, personality and history.

13/01/2016

07/01/2016

A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.

23/12/2015

A CRANKY OLD MAN
What do you see nurses? What do you see? What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise, uncertain of habit with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply, when you say in a loud voice 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice the things that you do and forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not lets you do as you will, with bathing and feeding… The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse! you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still, as I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten with a father and mother, brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen with wings on his feet, dreaming that soon now a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty, my heart gives a leap… Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now I have young of my ow, who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty, my young now grown fast, bound to each other with ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, but my woman is beside me to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee, again, we know children . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my wife is now dead. I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing, young of their own. And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I am now an old man and nature is cruel. It's jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigour depart. There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, a young man still dwells, and now and again my battered heart swells
I remember the joys, I remember the pain, and I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few gone too fast and accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people… open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer… see… ME!!