It has been a bit of a crazy day filled with all sorts. A real jumble of stuff. On the plus side I ticked loads off my “To Do” list. Plus only 1 thing didn’t go to plan.
In the morning I had to do some filing so I could find things. I have a tribunal coming up and needed to get loads of paperwork together. I had an appointment at the local CAB (Citizen’s Advice Bureau) in the afternoon (more on that to come). I also did some laundry, worked on a tutorial, took photos of and posted items for sale on a few websites as well as some shopping.
Just as I was about to set off for my appointment, I get a call from the school. My daughter hurt her arm in gym either by jumping over the vault or another student – it didn’t make sense so I gave up trying to understand it. I gave permission for the nurse to give her pain medicine and she agreed to call again if the pain got worse. So I set off to the village.
For those readers who are not in the UK, today was bitterly cold and windy. I didn’t want to be outdoors at all today but this had to be done. I arrived at the CAB, cold, weary and in pain – not mention concerned about my daughter. I waited a few minutes then was called into one of their rooms.
In short the lady told me that no one in that office could help me. I have to go to Eastleigh. I was livid. I had made the appointment through the Eastleigh office who assured me that the appointment was with someone who dealt with my type of case. The lady re-scheduled me to go to Eastleigh next Friday. The other annoyance was that she took 45 minutes phaffing about trying to comprehend all my documents! The cold, windy and painful walk home was not a pleasant one. I was fuming, tired and once again resembled someone who was inebriated at 2 in the afternoon. I got home, collapsed for hours and am still in more pain than normal.
I think it is a disgrace that the CAB, whose soul purpose is to advise people cannot even give the proper advice about their own services! The whole process of a tribunal is confusing enough – so much red tape and a document folder over stuffed with paperwork. Add to that a deadline and you have a good recipe for stress and anxiety plus the potential for a full-on break down (medical/mental/spiritual).
Luckily my daughter was fine when she got home 🙂