Matt my mental health worker popped round earlier to say goodbye. I've been struck off the list as I've been on it too long. I'll miss Matt, he's a nice guy. It was nice that I could laugh and cry on him, share my mad ideas.
Tommy my housing officer was supposed to come round. He sent a letter telling me he would carry out his regular property visit between 9.30 and 12.30. He didn't show.
What's the odds of him writing saying that I wasn't there? That's what life's like when you're a stigmum at the bottom of the bucket.
I'm going to have to wait in another morning now. It's an opportunity to tidy up I know but grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......
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