The Crymlyn Bog is one of the less salubrious parts of Wales. The Romans avoided it, the Welsh had no wish to live in it, and until a wealthy Victorian businessman hired local labour to spend their days up to their armpits in its foul peat water and construct the Tennant canal, it was a place avoided by all sensible human beings. The Tennant canal brought coal from the Neath valley, covering the area in coal dust; eventually the railways moved in and built the Dan y Graig depot where they cleaned and repaired the steam trains; the Luftwaffe bombed it senseless, until finally it housed the first municipal cemetery â the dead had no choice in resting there. You donât want to go there. Hah! I almost forgot to mention the riveting Tir John landfill site, where the rest of Swansea dumps its rubbish.
Some have little choice in the matter; the vulnerable, the mentally ill, the inadequate, the flotsam and jetsam of modern life, the âwork in progressâ of the nationâs caring, sharing social workers. It is a popular place to âplace in accommodationâ as housing someone in a damp, dingy, ex-miners cottage is euphemistically known and leaving them to figure out how to sustain body and soul with only a cemetery for company and neither sight nor sound of a shop. There is a park and ride into central Swansea, I know it well, I often used it. Dismal place, the only excitement is betting on how much of your car will still be left in its parking spot when you return.
No doubt young Kirsty used the bus from the park and ride when she went into town to meet her social worker. We donât know a lot about Kirsty. We know she has three children. We know she is 22 now. We know she has âmental health issuesâ as it is described these days. That state of constant anger at her lot in life. We donât know exactly what she is angry about â do her children still live with her full time? We shall not be allowed that information. The Family courts operate in secrecy, when they remove children to a âplace of safetyâ, they do so behind closed doors. Was Kirsty herself in care? We donât know that either. All we know is that a roof over her head in the unlovely Dan y Graig road overlooking the cemetery and a Social Worker are the key points in her life. We can surmise though.
Kirsty went to see her Social Worker last year. She was angry, once again. Had her children been removed? A promise to rehouse broken? Who knows! All we do know is that the outcome of that meeting was that she tipped a jug of water over the head of the Social Worker, no explanation was given by this caring professional, the âadultâ in Kirstyâs life â now morphed into âupset and shocked victimâ. If the Social Worker did support Kirsty in court and explain what it was that had gone so wrong in her young life, it was not reported. The Social Worker was there purely as âvictimâ.
Kirsty was given an 18 month conditional discharge, ordered to pay Â£150 compensation to the âvictimâ, Â£85 court costs and a Â£15 âvictimâ surcharge. Presumably out of her benefits, for there is no mention of a job.
I am sure that spending your working hours âsupportingâ the Kirstyâs of this world is deeply challenging. Infuriating. Wearing. Depressing even. That is why you get paid around five times young Kirstyâs benefits, and you can afford not to live in Dan y Graig road. I know that when I emerged from similar households I would sometimes go and park in the nearest âsafeâ car park and just hold my head in my hands. Sometimes it become unbearable. I donât believe that I ever lost sight of the fact that the inhabitants of Dan y Graig road were the victims, not me. I got to drive home at the end of the day. There was no escape for them.
Three months later, it was time for Kirstyâs next interview with her Social Worker. Same one? Who knows, they are nameless unattributable figures these days. If it wasnât the same one, this one had the same instinctsâ¦
Kirsty reported that she had lost the keys to her âhomeâ on Dan y Graig road. Two weeks beforehand. God knows where she had been sleeping in the meantime. Boyfriend? Shop doorway? Where were the children? With a neighbour?
What do you think the Social Worker did for her? Phoned a locksmith? Arranged for duplicate keys from the Housing Manager? Checked that the children were all right? We donât know. If she did, it made no difference to Kirsty â once again she left the office angry and upset.
What we do know is that the Social Worker remembered that Kirsty had a Guinea Pig â so she phoned the RSPCA. They got into Kirstyâs flat for her. Got a warrant and everything to do so. Whether they thought to let Kirsty back in is not recorded, because all they were interested in was the Guinea Pig. They looked through the window and saw it â four furry feet in the air â patently a potential resident of the cemetery opposite.
They took Kirsty to court; now the Guinea Pig was a âvictimâ.
The prosecution followed a tip-off from a social worker, last October, that the 22-year-old, of Dan y Graig Road, Port Tenant, had abandoned the animal.
Prosecutor John Tarrant told the court: âA social worker learnt that she had lost the keys to her house a fortnight ago and was aware that she had a guinea pig.
âAn inspector went to the address and he could see through a window and saw the body of a white and brown guinea pig.â
The inspector, Neill Manley, then took some photographs before setting about acquiring a warrant to enter the house.
Mr Tarrant told magistrates what Mr Manley discovered saying: âHe recorded a strong decomposing smell and found the guinea pig laying dead with an empty water bottle, no food and a cage full of faeces.
âThe type of cage was not suitable for anything other than short term. While there were some toys inside it was far too small.â
A postmortem was carried out on the animal which revealed the cause of death as being starvation.
In mitigation David James pointed to the fact that his client, a mother of three, had âmental health issuesâ. The prosecution did not accept the mitigation.
Kirsty will be back in court on May 28th to find out what her punishment is this time. The Social Worker does not appear to have said anything in her favour in court, yet again.
I doubt that Kirsty is a particularly loveable character. I daresay she displays what is euphemistically known as âchallenging behaviourâ. She may well be one of those characters who 50 years ago would have lived within the confines of a community hospital. Possibly carefully protected from getting pregnant in the first place. Nowadays we have âcare in the communityâ and an army of highly paid professionals to organise the life of the Kirstyâs of this world.
Works well doesnât it?
Purely my personal opinion, but it seems to me that Kirsty might be a lot better off without a social workerâ¦
h/t The sharp eyed Edna â yet again!