Bad things happen.

We all carry our wounds.

We all have ‘that terrible thing’ that happened to our children.

So we write emails, we make phone calls. I even spoke to our local MP.

How can people be so unkind?

Why can’t they just say sorry?

But what happens?

They argue the toss.They read the formal script.They close ranks.

Meanwhile I got sicker.. My child was ill and I was ill.

I wasn’t going to get them to change, they wouldn’t say sorry.

Oh yes, they will still argue and make everything a massive pain.But they won’t take my nice times.

They get paid to send those emails, I don’t.

So I get what I need.

I pick my battles.

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