In general

Yesterday I had rather a nondescript sort of evening. Around teatime I was contacted by my support worker, who had just read the report I sent her. She was not impressed by the errors and omissions, so we are meeting to prepare our appeal. The appeal is probably on a hiding to nothing, so it's likely I'll be taking them to court again. That's the trouble when the writer is government-approved rather than independent; they are bound to tow the government line instead of being objective. It was a simple spaghetti for dinner, followed by a couple of documentaries, and the marvellous Vincent Price film The Masque of the Red Death, based on Edgar Allan Poe's story. The weather has been noticeably colder lately, and I put the heater on for the first time this year.