I saw my dad in the street, shouting at the social worker -
They only come here once every six weeks I heard him shouting -
What have you told her ? -
Tell me !
Tell me !
Don't wave your stick at me sir Sarah said -
It's my stick - I'm using it he said -
Don't you touch me he hissed when I held his arm -
We're finished !
Yet at the end of afternoon, he sleepily asked me you're not going home are you ?
13.30
Wednesday 25 October 2017
Staunton Road
Havant
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