"It's not an ultimatum," new support worker told me yesterday. "You can keep bidding."
Ok, I just have done, a two bed, £110 a week.
If I turn down the temporary flat I've been offered will I get this flat?
Of course I won't.
How do I know?
Because I've been bidding weekly for at least the two years you have known me and I've got jack shit.
Even a "pressing need" can't get me a council flat. "Pressing need" is how the council identified to me those who have been housed and have waited a mere six months.
So the temporary offer is an ultimatum, the alternative is a hostel. Would I have a "pressing need" from there? Sure I would, but I would be moved to alternative temporary or the private sector. That is what has happened to some I have met.
If my family is going to be bounced around through this system the best I can hope for is somewhere my child has his own room.
I cannot risk turning down the flat I have been offered, not even on the grounds of "expensive and insecure"
If in the future I still want "affordable and secure" I will have to "keep bidding" for it. If I want to avoid another eviction I have to "keep bidding" for it.
Twenty three months I have taken you on this journey to eviction. I really hoped I could give you a happy and hopeful ending. No-one can say I haven't tried.
You know how it ends now
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