I probably told this story before on this forum, but here it is.
A few years ago I used to look after an older friend (white English), alone and unable to leave the house on his own.
He lived in a box room on first floor in a shared house.
I filled all the forms for him to get a council flat and bid every week on everything available to no joy, despite him being on emergency list which takes top priority.
After a few weeks I decided to go to the council in person and try to speak to someone in charge who would bother to read the report made by their social worker (or whatever they're called).
I pulled in the car park and there's this guy (Asian) in a S class mercedes with the taxi sticker we have in London, so a private taxi.
We entered at the same time and he was called at the desk just before me.
He was pleading that he needed a larger house and he was unemployed and poor.
The council worker explained he already had a 5 bedroom house and they were short of larger properties but they could offer another property close by in addition to the one he had or look for a larger one further out of town; very accommodating.
All of this while I was rudely told that there was at least a couple of years waiting list for my friend.
I lost it and pointed out that my friend had paid 45 years of taxes whilst the man next to me was lying claiming he was poor and unemployed when he had an S class parked outside.
To cut the long story short I ended up making a scene, the man run away before they started checking on him and after a Mexican stand off I was seen by a manager.
He gave me a long list of properties available to choose from.
Moral of the story: who gets priority?
The liars?
Why?
A few years ago I used to look after an older friend (white English), alone and unable to leave the house on his own.
He lived in a box room on first floor in a shared house.
I filled all the forms for him to get a council flat and bid every week on everything available to no joy, despite him being on emergency list which takes top priority.
After a few weeks I decided to go to the council in person and try to speak to someone in charge who would bother to read the report made by their social worker (or whatever they're called).
I pulled in the car park and there's this guy (Asian) in a S class mercedes with the taxi sticker we have in London, so a private taxi.
We entered at the same time and he was called at the desk just before me.
He was pleading that he needed a larger house and he was unemployed and poor.
The council worker explained he already had a 5 bedroom house and they were short of larger properties but they could offer another property close by in addition to the one he had or look for a larger one further out of town; very accommodating.
All of this while I was rudely told that there was at least a couple of years waiting list for my friend.
I lost it and pointed out that my friend had paid 45 years of taxes whilst the man next to me was lying claiming he was poor and unemployed when he had an S class parked outside.
To cut the long story short I ended up making a scene, the man run away before they started checking on him and after a Mexican stand off I was seen by a manager.
He gave me a long list of properties available to choose from.
Moral of the story: who gets priority?
The liars?
Why?
