Thursday 24 June 2010

Call from social worker

She sounded quite gentle on the phone. Asked when she could come round and see me with my son here. Not today I said, so she's suggested Monday, just before me or his dad take him swimming.

Given I feel so defeated by housing, perhaps my voice will be calm. I can't turn tears on and off but this is about the needs of my child. His need for a secure home. Gosh I might even tell her she's too late and I'm going to the papers. My new Pomegranite idea is big in my head you know, and getting bigger and bigger.

I peruse the mess. I've no motivation right now. Oh happy weekend...

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