Why the hell did I agree to do the night shift at the Sunshine Nursing Home? The only night shift I usually do finishes at the kebab house with a massive student special with extra chilli sauce.  Charisma from the Nursing Agency rang me at 4pm, just as I was about to settle into a very comfortable afternoon watching Tipping Point and dunking choc chip cookies in my builder’s tea. Apparently it was urgent and the manager at Sunshine Nursing Home had asked for me in person. Flattery will get you everywhere and before I knew it and against my better judgement, I said yes.  That was it. My comfortable afternoon was over. I had been booked in for the night.  I arrived bright and early at the home, and it was a very different feeling coming in of an evening. It was a bit weird seeing all the residents in their night clothes and getting ready for bed. I couldn’t believe how chilled it all was; everyone was quiet and the staff served hot chocolate and other drinks for t...