“Do you know what a social worker is?”
“Yes, it’s like in Tracy Beaker, isn’t it?”, she said, referring to Jacqueline Wilson’s fictional character whose flighty mother regularly abandoned her at a care home called The Dumping Ground. I’m many things, but flighty ain’t one of them, believe me.
“Ah, yes. Well, that’s just a story, and there’s no way I’m dumping you.”
She looked disappointed. I ignored this, and continued: “Well, social workers are a bit like the ones in Tracy Beaker, I suppose, because they help children and young people.”
I took this to mean she deemed the visit was acceptable, and it turned out to be just that.
Different stages, rolling on, all connected.
Song is Ty Segall - The Connection Man