Depressed and Angry G

Today finds me depressed and pissed of in a major way. Don't want to go to much into but I have had a sense of humour failure especially when it comes to the disabled. I know I am probably over sensitive but I have the right to be.

I deal with it everyday and I will deal with worse, but sometimes I don't feel like I want to or sometimes the tolerance metre hits full and I need a) to rant and b)to reboot.

Which means I really don't feel like doing anything. To be honest I feel like going to C's school picking her up and going home where the whole family can eat cake and make each other laugh. Which I can't so instead have donut and will count down to 4pm.

Apologies to all normal service back tomorrow

On Councils

So this week and last I have mostly been fighting with Hampshire county council to get a yellow card for Charlotte. This basically allows us some concessions on getting into leisure activities like the pool and stuff. So having phoned and asked for the card I was told it would be forwarded to the right department. I explained that I wasn't after any money as her Mum gets all that.

So while I was at work last week. Mrs H was off and got a call from the council about it. They asked her a few questions and she answered them. So on Saturday I get a letter from them saying that because they can't get hold of me they are closing the request.

So I rang them up and said "WTF???" or words to that effect. "Oh sorry about that" said the lady "I will look into it". About one hour later I get a call.

Them "Ah El Matador, I understand you want to register as disabled"
me " No try again"
Them " eh???"
me "IT was my daughter"
Them "Aaaahh, hang on let me connect you"

Anyway long story even longer they are coming to the house to assess the situation, with out Charlotte being there.

The Man

Sorry fan it has been a while.... and that is all I can say on that.

Had a very weird weekend. I think I have become like the head of the family. Sounds very weird and a bit 'up his own arse' but hear me out if you will. Ever since I was a young lad I have looked up to my farther. We haven't always seen eye to eye but I have always respected him. Admired in some cases. This never more clear when we have had to build something. Be it a concrete wall, Paths or fixing the fudge up the builder did.

In these cases I was always the lacky, the gofer and when big enough the muscles. My Dad had the plan, knowledge and expierence and I always wondered how he did that. He still does to be honest but now he is older the body has started to give up and he can't move as well.

What the hell you rambling about - Well I went to see them this weekend to help put up his new shed. In my mind I was ging to be the lacky again but it turns out he looked to me for advice. (How funny is that) Let me lay the floor and do most of the work. Sounds like he had it sussed no? Well knowing him it must have been been hard.

Suddenly I feel like I am the head of the family (Yes I know and I will say it again...sounds like I am up my own arse) like I need to step up and look after things. Make sure the folks are looked after etc.

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