Full House.
As regular readers may remember, alongside the whole ongoing Social Work saga (which it appears may be almost sorted as far as the girls are concerned thanks to a particularly fab Social Worker we have for them - see? I can be nice occasionally) we've had a rather annoying situation regarding house repairs.
You see just before lockdown (!) we found a teensy tiny leak in our bathroom which we reported to our housing officer who then promptly forgot about it....cue 4 odd years of an occasional visit to see where it is (example: "It might be the boiler" - checks boiler - "No it's not but I'm just a boiler guy so I'll have to send someone else!") culminating in a now collapsing kitchen floor, wobbly toilet and water pressure so low that the shower and washing machine don't work.
Joy.
Anyway a month or so ago - thanks to our local MP Carol Monaghan - a housing rep finally got in touch, visited and promptly got the ball rolling for repairs.
Brilliant,
And I can honestly say that the staff we've been dealing with have been really great and understanding regarding having a house of 4 Autistic folk and how the repairs/upheaval will affect us.
Oh and we keep apologizing for the house being a wee bit messy at the mo.
You see right now we have a huge amount of boxes lying about due to the fact that not only have we taken a break from redecorating and the like (due to the fact that we're going to have to box everything up for the full repairs) but added to everything else we're finding it nigh on impossible to organise a bulk uplift of rubbish etc. due to no-one actually wanting to do it.
So after a fairly pleasant meeting with our (new) housing officer on Tuesday this information was translated as a perfect excuse to contact Social Work to raise a 'concern' that the house was untidy and that we needed respite as we obviously couldn't deal with the kids.
Seriously.
Obviously the fact that her organisation have totally failed to complete a simple repair job after 5 or so years is totally OK.
As you can imagine we were a wee bit surprised by this.
As was, it must be said the girls actual (utterly fab) Social Worker who couldn't believe it had happened.
So after dealing with a totally separate Social Worker (who couldn't understand why the issue had been raised), then dealing with housing in order to file a complaint I'm now at a point where any goodwill/energy I had re: getting the repairs done has totally evaporated and to be honest the thought of having to interact with the person in question ever again makes me feel sick.
End of rant.
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