In the meanwhile

I went to see my autism man. While I was there we rang the workhouse. That was a waste of time. The young lady who took the call was very apologetic, but there is nothing that can be done. It's crap. The system can crap on people from a great height, and there is nothing we can do about it. We live in terrible times when poor people are maltreated by authority. Dickens would have wept.