While I was coming round yesterday, I saw a that man had broken into one of the cars in the garage over the road. He was already having it away over the wall by the time my camera was ready, but I got a photo of him fleeing the premises.
I got up at five this morning feeling mentally and physically shattered. While I was having the fags and coffee I got the photo onto my memory stick and went back to bed for an hour. I emailed it to the garage when I arrived at the library.
Meanwhile Social Services are onto my case. She has already contacted the man who is helping me with work, and he contacted me to let me know. She has also contacted the mental health team, and they phoned me. Yes, phoned me. Needless to say the conversation was not a success. The woman kept misunderstanding me, which made me very anxious. She also kept asking me questions that I couldn't find the right words to answer. They have no facility to contact me by email. She said they will phone me again. What's the point? I don't know if I will pick up if the thing rings again. With a bit of luck they will write to me instead.
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