More of the same

When I got home yesterday I received another one of those horrible letters from the parish. My support worker has just come to see me about it. She is sending it to her contact at the workhouse. While she was here we decided that I am indeed going to appeal against the outcome of my recent medical examination by the parish apothecary. It will mean attending a tribunal (gulp), but I've already been put through so much. I am going to put up a fight. Cunts.