The sense of injustice was strong. It was unfair. Every body said so. Every one except the manager I complained to and the chief executive who didn’t bother to answer my email. The Sunday Paper did acknowledge my complaint but said they receive a lot of requests for intervention and unfortunately this was not one they could usefully engage with. My MP was sympathetic but very busy with issues that affected a great many more of their constituents. The welfare rights office on the high street refers me to a the solicitors next door who said legal action would be expensive and it wouldn’t get the result I wanted. So I was left with little choice. I’m telling you this by way of explaining how a sense of injustice can led to robbery and murder.
