Knock, knock

Who's there?

New door!

Finally after two years of wrangling and Occupational Therapist meetings we have a new door. It's sole purpose to keep my autistic daughter safe. Why this couldn't have been done two years ago beats the hell out of me.

A slap in the face when the Housing Association crow in their annual report that it takes 28 days between them receiving a brief from an Occupational Therapist to the work being completed.

The workman was a cheery soul, I kept his strength up with tea and bacon butties. Then the scaffolders across the road got jealous, so I had to give them some too.