The Plan

 

I’ve always loved coming to the park, just to sit and watch the world go by. I bring my notepad so I can plan out the coming week. I’ve done this since my husband passed away just eighteen months after we got married, but that was over forty years ago now.

I like to plan, I hate surprises and like to feel that I’m mistress of my own destiny. I’m the same at work, everything is mapped out to the smallest detail. Shift rotas, stock deliveries and all manner of arrangements to make my week as stress free as possible.

The last few years have been difficult. First there was the COVID pandemic which disrupted the best laid plans of a care home administrator and then there were the tightening of the regulations which called for a whole lot more planning and organisation.

I’m a creature of habit you see and after the insurance money from my husband’s unexpected death ran out, I needed another way to fund mine.

It was so easy, get the old dears to put a small bequeath in their wills to thank me for all the hard work and care they’d received and then slip something into their Complan, something completely untraceable to ease them on their way to visit St Peter.

The only thing I’m not planning on… is getting caught.