The Move Diary: Days 6 & 7
I’m going to whisper this. With all my fingers and toes crossed – Everything seems to be coming along nicely.
Yesterday, the gasman came and we now have hot water and heating. The carpet man came to measure up. And Steven’s social worker arrived like a breath of fresh air. It looks like we may be getting a bath. The OT needs a letter from Steven’s GP explaining why it could be a safeguarding issue but she sounded like she understood. As she was leaving, the social worker asked, “Do you need extra support during the move”? I wasn’t sure what she meant but she agreed (subject to Panel) to increase the Personal Budget for the next three weeks, so I can get cover for the times I’m normally on my own with Steven. Being offered something without having to ask was so unexpected, I had a huge lump in my throat.
Today, we had the fence erected, the plumber sorted out the leak under the sink and the unflushable toilet. And Roy the decorator started work. For someone who seemed to be constantly eating, he got through an awful lot of work for one day. Lots of sealing and a first coat on a couple of the ceilings.
I got back to the flat at 3.30 and immediately started on the phone calls to all the official bodies and services. I’d given myself the rest of today, all day tomorrow and Thursday morning to break the back of them. I’d done the lot by 6pm. Even Talk Talk and their far flung call centre. Even the DWP for crying out load. I had planned to amuse myself by setting up a spreadsheet recording who won the prize for keeping me on hold the longest. I even had a column for the most music tracks that were played whilst on hold. In case you’re interested, the winner was Affinity Water with 7 of The Beatles greatest hits. But in at least four of the calls, I got straight through without even the opening bar of some Toyah Wilcox. Where did all this speedy customer service come from? It’s A Mystery.
The only downside at the moment is that Steven is really struggling. Screaming, holding his head in search of some kind of relief, he is in absolute agony. I popped back home this morning to do the wages and get his CDs ready for tomorrow morning’s disco. He hadn’t gone to his water aerobics – that’s two days running he’s stayed in. The truth is that there is nothing anyone can say or do at the moment that will reassure him. This is Steven’s first big change since coming off the tablets and the anxiety is bound to continue until we move.
As I left the new house earlier, I noticed the smell. For the past week it was the aroma of a million fags, unaired rooms, guinea pigs and unlived lives. Amazing how one coat of paint and a helpful social worker and incredibly loyal support workers can breathe new life into the place.
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