Last night as I was about to engage in a prolonged snuggle with my beloved I got a call from my old work, they had called the police and were unable to handle a mental health patient who was weilding a knife and marching round the property.

How, you may ask did I use my quite literally several years experience to ahem, “de-escalate” the situation?

Answer… I promised not to move his favourite chair in the kitchen inflatable combo , correctly identified it as the one on the back left of the table, describing in detail the small brown mark on the top at the back and again, promised not to move it. Inflatable Boat

Job done.

Just another ordinary day in the ordinary life of an underpaid mental health bank support worker/ community recovery worker/ community well being bank worker…

It’s a tough job, but somebo… (you know the rest)

In. Your. Face