Social Services have replied to my complaint.

I had planned to go to Manchester for the day (I Have a free rail ticket) but in the end I decided to postpone it. Thanks to feeling down, I haven’t been doing as much work as I should, and that needs to be rectified. I would have made more headway had I not allowed Facebook to tempt me to join. The site then tempted me to play a silly balloon game for more than an hour yesterday evening when I was meant to be working!
I’ve been more focussed today. Finished another 2 stories, one of which I sent to Womans Weekly first. Fiction Feast have got sixteen or more stories already which I’m waiting to hear about, so until they buy a few more, it’s probably best to spread my work around a bit.
I didn’t go to art this afternoon. I became a bit disillusioned with the subjects. The last three weeks we’ve been copying other artists’ works which for me is a- boring, and b – not very challenging. The idea is to do some art here, but of course I didn’t have time. Once the stories were done, I switched back to the book about my mother. I need to get it done and out of the way so that I don’t have to think about it anymore. Today, Social Services wrote to me. I’d complained and they said they would hold an investigation. In the end, they’ve said nothing except the same old platitudes and mutterings about confidentiality. They don’t see that they’ve been taken in by other people’s lies, nor do they seem to care.
Reading the letter made me feel ill again. It’s my birthday on Tuesday. Part of me wanted to call the home and ask to speak to Mum so that I could remind her, but what would be the point? I’m sure the best thing for me is to do nothing and say nothing. Pretend I don’t have a mother any more. After all, she’s content where she is and . seems to have forgotten about me. The same thing happened when my father lost his mind. He knew who Mum was, but I was forgotten. I wish I could forget about both of them as easily. As another year flies by, if I don’t start living for me soon, it will be too late.
On a different note, I tried a dragon fruit for the first time today. It didn’t taste of very much at all which was a disappointment, but at least I gave it a go.
In breaks between working, I’ve been watching a bit of tennis. I LOVE Wimbledon and could watch the entire fortnight, but I ration myself instead. Typically, the cheap holiday company have offered me a break to Liverpool which is just what I wanted but it’s next weekend. There’s no way I’d want to be on a coach and miss the final.