What a week. Starting with a speedy East Coast train trip to Scotland and back for work. Interviewing learning disabled mothers about their birth experiences. Spectacular scenery, cheeky photos and enforced work space on the journey.

Got a Stinky Pete response from Sloven Board Chair on Thursday and pre-recorded an interview with Radio 4s You and Yours about Norman Lamb’s No voice unheard, no right ignored Green Paper that afternoon. A bit of an odd situ, sitting alone in a room at BBC Oxford with a set of headphones, bootleg copy of the Green Paper and microphone, waiting to speak to Shari Vahl about LB and the campaign.

Made me feel pretty sad really but it wasn’t as awful as the first time I did it. Back in the day.

The Green Paper was published yesterday with a good set of responses, commentary and media coverage [eg. Community Care, Oxford Mail, BBC and Rights in Reality]. We produced a campaign response in typical Justice Shed type fashion: part tongue in cheek, part cutting (we hope), passion drenched and last minute/skin of the teeth type jobby. Norm, love him, was heartwarming in his recognition of the trouble and toil we’ve* been undertaking. And a complete sob (in a good way) moment for Connor.

[Update: good summary piece in the Guardian too].

I was working at home. My mum had volunteered to transform the out of control mass of stuff/paperwork in the Justice Shed into order.

This effort was partly to find a missing (seemingly crucial) record in getting #justiceforLB. One of those documents you can’t help thinking really? This is necessary? What is being denied rather than asked here? I worked my way through my usual cone of shame work tasks while my mum cussed about the lack of dates on various letters/documents, efficiently magicking a mountain into three, well ordered, neat boxes. Three? Wow.

The missing record was nowhere to be found. I called the GP surgery to ask if they could provide a replacement copy. Sigh. Not a good call to make. Er, record, yes. Relating to our dead son…

“Yes. His name is/was/[howl]. It may be under my name… Thank you.”

I walked to the surgery and picked up the record. Another line in Sloven’s bizarre ‘We completely accept LB’s death was preventable but, at the same time, our legal team will continue to do everything in their power to overturn some stone to get us out of the shit’ approach closed.

Then today. The first day of filming for the LB movie produced by My Life My Choice with Oxford Digital Media, funded by Oxford City Council. Filmed in the Jam Factory. As it probably should be.

*For any new readers to this blog, I just want to clarify that #justiceforLB and the #LBBill are collective endeavours. Crowdsourced contributions from all sorts of people (an explosion of diversity, colour, brilliance, cheekiness, humour, passion, commitment, rule breaking, sense, and love).