I pondered my tactics.
The day before the Court Welfare Officer’s visit, two days before we were due back in court, my mum came round and scrubbed the house from top to bottom. She even cleaned the light switches, something I would never have had the imagination to do. By the end the house was gleaming.
I had kept a load of Gen’s washing back, so that when the CWO came round I would have an array of clothing on the line, in order to look both domesticated and caring. City-slicker stripes and double cuffs would be suppressed.
I also stopped buying the Daily Telegraph for a few days and got the Guardian instead, with its supplements. Bit of a Fascist paper, the Guardian, controlled as it is by the thought police, but it is well ...