CAUGHT IN THE ACT

Marie Cole, 38, Plymouth

Walking through the door, I called out to my nan.

‘Hello!’ I cheered.

I was just popping in to check on her – I always worried she’d get lonely living alone since my grandad died.

I visited as much as possible and we’d become even closer since she’d moved to Plymouth, to be nearer to us all 10 years ago.

My sister Jodie, 34, and I often took it in turns to nip in.

I bumped into Sue, 60, one of Nan’s carers on my way to the living room.

‘Hi love, I’m just making a tea - do you want one?’ she offered.

‘No thanks Sue, it’s only a flying visit,’ I smiled.

Sue had been caring for Nan for more than six years.

Although I only saw her on the odd occasion, as she only worked every other Friday lunchtime, she always seemed pleasant.