annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not very big society after all Sunday night and all's well. Not great actually, not even well. Sigh. I'm a bit hunched up and quiet in the corner, but I've had a moment of earning my title as a carer in charge of getting stuff done. I discover that ED was fucking turned down for benefits (hello, brave new world), presumably because having seriously impaired cognition and being unable to walk is going to put her at the top of twenty or forty (depending who you believe) applicants that are apparently after each job, so she should spend her time applying. So we have to appeal - neither ED nor SIL are familiar with the system and didn't realise you can appeal. Of course, if she's been turned down, what chance do I have? SIL meanwhile, hasn't been offered any kind of victim support, which is meant to be offered to all victims of crime. He was blindfolded, tied up and driven around in the boot of a car. He's not doing that great - well he is, in that he's still functioning, but he's fucking twitchy. So I'm getting onto them tomorrow as well, fuckers. Meanwhile, my airbed is inflated, my last fag has been smoked (I know, before 11) and I'm getting my head down. xxx 9:35 p.m. - 11.03.12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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