It’s social worker day.
She’s half hour late so I’ve just rung to check I haven’t got the wrong date or it’s been cancelled.
She answered her phone.
‘Youre not in’ she barked into the phone as I introduced myself.
‘I am’ I say.
I’ve just been to your address and there’s no answer’ and reels off our old address, that we moved from over a year ago and have had social visits at since moving.
‘No, we’ve moved’ I calmly reply and give her our address.
She’s coming back.
I literally cannot wait.