Wednesday, 13 January 2010

It's all bloody semantics....

Crushed by semantics indeed.
The support worker's just been round hasn't he?

"They won't budge... they won't budge... they won't budge..." I'm bloody bored of hearing it.
He said I should do the PRS which "will help your mental health."
"How do you know?" I answered. "PRS and Temporary accommodation is the same thing, it's just all semantics so statistics can be manipulated by those above."

I got angry, of course I did, but didn't unleash the fury, he's only a messenger after all.

Same old, same old: "This is about my son. Last year people walked into 2009 with no housing problem and walked out of it with no housing problem as they were housed in between. Me and my son however, walked into 2006,7,8,9 and now 2010 with the same flipping problem. Why?"

Why is a rhetorical question though, or so I'm beginning to think.

In the same sentence I get 'don't think about other people' and 'there are other people'.

Immigration reared its ugly head. "I know what I know because I've SEEN," I say. "The Sun loves to tell the story, I'm sure they'd love a story about my son. A bit of balance you know. A pity I won't let it be told."

I gave him the letter the school wrote on my son's behalf. I did give it to the council before Christmas but it probably went straight into a shredder because support worker hadn't seen it.

"Is he doing well at school," he asked. "Is he falling behind?"

"If my son is doing well it is testament to the school not the council. The council is all too happy to see him fall behind."

"What kind of job do you want?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Something in social research," I answered.

Well all that I know, all that I damn well KNOW.

Will the Party Leaders meet me? Will the Party Leaders help? Do the Party Leaders care?

I'd like to KNOW THAT

Who knows, it might be in your interests too

2 comments:

Jennysmith said...

Lordy, Stig Mum. I hope the new year works out for you. And all you've got to cope with.

Wish I could sit down with you and have a relaxing cigarette - like in the old Hamlet adverts xxx

Stigmum said...

A thanks Jen, what a brilliant idea, can even hear the tune in my head! Two cigs though yeah? At least...! xxx