Morning. Well it's been and gone...and seemed to go okay. My mate even said the assessor seemed nice and was coaching me to give positive answers. And I have to admit I was expecting more of an interrogation. But you know, maybe that's just her method of catching people out. Plus, I found it hard to do the avoid eye contact/only mention your bad days advice I'd been given. And I had to go out for a pee halfway through. But there we go.
The only things I'm a bit worried about are that she asked me if I ever took pain relief. I told her I take aspirin (and paracetamol, although I didn't mention that) and very occasionally tramadol. Now I do very occasionally, but it's a prescription-only drug and I haven't been prescribed it for years so when I do take it it'll be very out of date. Almost four years in the case of the packet in front of me.
The other thing is that she asked me on her way out if I really use the perching stool in my kitchen. Now, my kitchen is very narrow, so much so that I stand up in it with one hand on the cabinets and the other on a block of wood on the wall (it used to be a fold-out table but I broke the fold-out bit. The stool was side-on at the end of the kitchen (just in front of the sink) and also had a few items of washing on it. But that doesn't mean that I don't use it.
As well as having a friend there I taped the whole thing (well most of it as I didn't realise it had run out at one point) as my local DPAC (which I'm a nominal member of) had a fundraiser to buy recording equipment. As by sheer chance I was the first person to use it I agreed to be interviewed and photographed for it so I'm all over their Twitter and Facebook feeds. Could have done without that really. But I am wearing a very nice cardigan (a present from my sister) so that makes it all okay. DPAC Sheffield if you want to look it up.
