It’s been a while since my last post and to be honest it’s taken me the best part of a week to write this, now please don’t judge but I’m going to let you in on what’s been going on with me, my life and family over the last year.
Over the last 9 months me, my partner, thing 1 and thing 2 have been moving around a lot. When I say a lot I mean 5 times in the space of 6 months!
First of all we were in a less that ideal situation where we needed a home so we went to our local council for help. We were placed in a one bedroom B&B on the ground floor, now don’t get me wrong it’s lovely in comparison to being homeless. However the four of us or rather three of us and a huge bump in one room… you can imagine it can’t you! It wasn’t too bad however all cooking facilities where two floors up, there was no privacy and to top it off it was where the council also housed drug addicts and alcoholics.
Roll on 8 weeks I was getting just that little more stressed with it all so I decided to look into the council policies for pregnant women in B&B’s and low and behold it was against their own policy to keep us there and it also stated we should be a priority case to get housed.
As soon as mentioned this to them the swiftly moved us to a one bedroom flat, yes it had cooking facilities on the same level and some form of heating, however it was horrible.
We were told we would need ground floor due to my condition as I can’t use stairs very well if at all when I have an episode and there where stairs into the property. It was on the most roughest part of town on a main road and ridden with rats.
Roll on another 10 weeks and they decided to move us again this time to a two bedroom ground floor flat. Again this property had steps to it too! What part of I cannot do stairs or steps do they not understand!
Each and every time we moved until this point we where given a total of one day to move! And each and every time we moved due to the council being incompetent we had to fit the bill:
Van hire, boxes, people to help move, rugs, carpets, lighting. Yep we had to do it all. I know I may sound selfish and bitchy but when your at rock bottom you don’t really give two hoots.
We have currently be told we have to move again this time to our permanent home yay! But again it comes at another cost, and total that in with trying to get everything moved by three days time with little or no notice well you can imagine the stress.
I think that the council think we’re going to ride there on a magic carpet and bust out some weird Harry Potter wand tricks to move our stuff. It’s bad enough moving once let alone 4 times in 5 months. Also moving with children is not fun!
On the upside I have been told I can have my chickens now which I am delighted about!
So for those of you that look down your nose at people in social house it’s not all rainbows and unicorns you know, it’s taken blood sweat and tears to get where we are now and it’s been hard – really hard. I would also like to say we both work so we get no benefits so we pay for everything.
As far as I’m concerned the whole housing allocation need to change, those that won’t work should be made to do voluntary work or they won’t get help house wise, those that have addictions should go to rehab before given a house, and those that were not born in this country or rather have come over for a better quality of life should not be on the housing lists unless they can show they have a visa and are working!
I know this may get some people’s backs up but really and honestly I don’t care.
It makes my blood boil hearing how one of my housing officers clients abandoned her property and then was given a brand spangly newly built house courtesy of the council when she turned the first house into something unliveable, when we have been waiting for what seems like ages, with children too!