Thinking

Just now I went outside for a fag, and got thinking about an email I got from my social worker today. I imagine she must have finally spoken to my counsellor. I don't mean that she couldn't be bothered to make the call. I know that both people are extremely busy. When the one calls, the other is with a client, and vice versa. It's taken them all this time to make contact with each other. Anyway I'm glad that part of it has happened. My social worker has already phoned the people who can provide me with a support worker, and help me with the housing stuff. What she's also done is to refer me to an advocacy service. In my everyday life I'm not at all good about saying what I need and what I want, and altogether bad at sticking up for my rights. The advocacy people will speak on my behalf whenever it is necessary.
When I came back into the library I couldn't get back up the stairs. Two very fat persons were plodding down it. Although the one of them was standing in front of and to the side of the other one, they completely blocked the way. Why do people let themselves get to that size? I'm sure it can't be all that good for them.