My mother's younger brother announced his alzheimer's had truly manifest, by freaking when, perfectly in character, my mother didn't need his calls. We had the proverbial phone in the shower/bath. Although it wasn't nece(till too late) for me to be present, I moved my office complete with redundant paths to go diverse exchange private copper pairs, to the apartment my mom wanted to be in and not sell, for a view is immune to the seasons, I later realized, and our telecom and related facilities were hilariously overkill. (Semi retirement sucks because of excessive choice. Azure Cognitive Services plus hobby time too easily could be a veritable busfor seniors attending. )
Anyhow alarm was unnecessarily raised and the British "elf an saiyftie" was still a dust cloud unsettled when a man appeared at the door asking innumerable questions about my mother. The social worker I greeted defrauded abused and all but killed my mother while protected from justice by countless departments of the bloated British government. With warrantless surveillance OPEN to social workers in the UK, I have lost business deals, sens startup with branding I habitually photographed from my wall/whiteboard, down to the da## pantone.
Sorry, getting all emotional there, but please think thru everything you rely on assumptively, as exhaustively as you would at least fuzz your code...