Championing Katrina and the (f)utility bill

On Thursday I received an email in response to my ‘access to records’ request to Oxfordshire CCG and local authority:

I would be grateful if you could provide me with proof of your identity; a photocopy of the relevant page of your passport or driving licence and a recent utilities bill would be acceptable. I would also need consent from or proof that you are the personal representative of Connor Sparrowhawk to allow us to be able to release the above details. Please let me know if this causes any difficulties.

The rest of the day, in between the Oxford Mail photographer pitching up (twice) for a ‘sad’ photo shoot (picking among the dog shit in the back garden), a shortened chat with a BBC Ouch journalist, and a visit from the NHS England chosen lay representative on the Serious Case Review, was spent raging/howling on the phone to the NHS Central Southern Commissioning Support Unit about this request.

“You’re all (fucking) NHS at the end of the day? Why can’t you join the dots?” I raged. [Without the swearing].

I tried to explain my distress;

Our son with epilepsy was left to drown [howl] in the bath in a heavily staffed, hugely expensive, specialist unit over a year ago…

Nothing has happened in response to this. Despite an independent investigation and CQC inspection providing evidence that the place was appallingly run…

… and no. I am not prepared to go to a solicitors office and get an affidavit to ‘prove’ I’m his mum [their suggestion] to send with our leccy bill to release these documents.

Meanwhile, in the sunshine world of the NHS (according to all things Bubb) we received the response to a collective letter written to the chair of a Royal College of General Practitioners (RCGP) Inquiry into person centred care in the 21st century. We’d written to say that the inclusion of the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of Sloven on this panel (I know) was questionable given the ongoing investigation into LB’s death.

At a fairly basic level, if you are putting together a panel of experts, why include someone who is in charge of an organisation with an unfolding of set of failures around learning disability provision? Especially when the pool you could choose from ain’t that small.

Katrina Percy, CEO, didn’t have to account for herself in this exchange. There were no demands for utility bills. Or broader questions around legitimacy/credentials. Instead, a shutting down of any discussion;

The incident took place less than a year after Katrina took over responsibility for the service – and during a period when she was in fact on maternity leave.

Wow. Championing Katrina. What a defence of the individual rather than the role. Astonishing. Maternity leave simply ain’t relevant here. And the introduction of that little known construct of ‘practice CEO’ when all bets are off in terms of accountability for a year after acquisition. Wow. The world of the NHS certainly works in mysterious, opaque and chummy ways.

And no, I ain’t sending a futility bill or proof of birth. I quipped on twitter I’d have to send a bit of umbilical cord and someone replied ‘umbilical cord and a bucket of tears’. Yeah. That just about captures it.

Sloven delay

Been getting a bit weary in the last few weeks, partly because of this Bubb thang, partly because of Sloven delay. Delay has characterised the Sloven response this past year. And I know it’s been the same for Nico’s family. They take an age to do anything (other than pitch up for award ceremonies). Sloven delay;

about to or in the process of doing something with no end point in sight. And no whiff of urgency.

We are still waiting to hear the outcome of the staff disciplinary investigations. It’s over a year since LB died (he died?), and five months since the independent report was published (they had to wait for that, apparently). And still nothing. How long should this process take? What the fuck does it involve? And are six or seven members of staff really still suspended on full pay?

There is also a growing stench that any staff disciplining may only involve the Nursing and Midwifery Council. No whiff of a clinician or two getting a rap across the knuckles here. Nah, that ‘responsible clinician’ label is stuffed in a cupboard, next to the out of date oxygen tanks, quicker than you can say ‘HSJ Inspirational Leader’ when something goes seriously wrong.

Sloven have always paraded their staff as their main concern. Right from the get go. Patients schmaycents. No support for LB’s peers when he died such a nasty, preventable and public death. Being the non human types they were (and clearly still are). But oodles of concern about staff wellbeing. Same with the independent investigation. Layers of staff cosseting while we were left to wait. And wait. The final version of the report further delayed as the Slovens decided, at the last minute, to let staff comment on it. They delayed sending a full set of LB’s notes until two days before the report was due. They obstructed (may turn into delay when I get my arse together to complain about this) disclosing mention of me within Sloven towers by sending a set of black pages.

Delay is a quietly cruel and inhumane tool in this context. I can’t describe what this process is like because there are no words, but I do know it has been made so, so much worse because of these delays. Completely unacceptable but seemingly unmonitored.

In thinking about the treatment of family members when there has been a catastrophic incident resulting in serious harm or death, one of the simple actions NHS England? Monitor? CQC? Someone? could do is make sure there is no delay. Through effective sanctions.

As always, it really ain’t rocket science.

Dog the Bounty Hunter, the LBBill and a campaign down under

I’ve been thinking today about what it’s like to deal with what we’ve been dealing with. In terms of the process/experience. Rosie’s in London with the wondrous Jack, Tom’s in Hinksey Park with his mates, Rich and Owen are playing cricket with Busker John and I did some gardening, cleared up a bit (yes, Rich, I did), had a snooze and then sat down again to do some ‘work’.

Work. Two Freedom of Information requests. And a bit more research into the complicated story around Ridgeway Trust, Sloven, shared budgets and the big takeover. Dull, dull, dull beyond dull really. But necessary work.

“Get over yourself missus, piss off out into the fresh air… have some fun!” I hear some of you mutter, understandably bored by my focus on this.

I’d love to do that. But I’ve no confidence whatsoever in the ‘process’ of getting justice and accountability for LB’s death (he died?). This no confidence is not a random, irrational position, but one built up steadily and consistently since July 4th last year. The latest revelation that LB’s  death was upgraded from Level 1 seriousness to Level 2, seven weeks after his death compounds this.

I think about LB when I do this laborious stuff. Which is quite cool. He was such a justice hound, idolising the Metropolitan Police (and Dog the Bounty Hunter). How could we not pull out all the stops for him?

So far #justiceforLB/#107days has been instrumental in the ‘making of a scandal’, the ‘making of a serious incident’ and the ‘unmaking of a cover up’ (allegedly/hopefully). It has also inspired the thinking about and beginnings of the #LBBill; a Private Members’ Bill giving learning disabled people the statutory right to be able to live in their own homes. (Bill making is in the more than capable hands of Steve Broach, Mark Neary, Neil Crowther, People First England,  Simon Duffy and an army of people/families more than ready to change things.)

It has been an absolute slog in some ways (all credit to @georgejulian for extraordinary effort, commitment and action as informal campaign manager). But it’s also been a complete delight to be part of such a joyful movement for change in such a typically negative, downtrodden and ignored area. Evidence of this joyfulness is peppered over twitter/facebook and blog posts/comments and emails, but here are some titbits from today. I can’t believe the dude made it down under…

Awesome dudereeny-ness.

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The making of a serious incident

Under a Freedom of Information (FOI) request, we received the full file yesterday of the CQC inspection into Slade House last September. A delight to receive (largely) unredacted documents, unlike the pages of black received from Sloven. At the same time, a harrowing and distressing read. The published inspection report necessarily providing a precis of the appalling provision found there. How could they?

Among the 39 documents received, was a letter from Sloven to the CQC (Sept 24th) saying, amongst other shite, that they had “agreed with commissioners and the Local Areas Teams (NHS England) to upgrade the incident involving the death of a patient at STATT in July to a Level 2 SIRI“. (Becoming a bit of a dab translator of Sloven speak, I suspect this means they were told to change this grading.)

NHS guidelines around serious incidents can be found here. On p.23 it states;

    • Initial incident grading should err on the side of caution, categorising and treating an incident as a serious incident if there is any possibility that it is.

Classy old Slovens went for the natural cause grading initially. Chucking err on the side of caution out with the defibrillator battery (and giving it a tick on the matron walkround sheet). Astonishing. They didn’t even deign to properly investigate the context of his death and the services being provided in STATT in July. Stating in the same minutes (23.7.23) that due processes were followed. Tick. (Bit like the local authority/commissioner visit to STATT in June last year where senior staff were asked about restraint; “Face down restraint Guv? Us? Nah. Never”. Tick.)

Level 1 investigations (p.37) are;

incidents involving No Harm and Low Harm and/or where circumstances are very similar to other previous incidents.

Now as LB died, the first two criteria don’t apply, and unless Sloven have a habit of letting patients drown in the bath in their provision, the latter isn’t relevant. So it seems extraordinary his death wasn’t judged to be worthy of a Level 2 investigation. I can only think, that, under a Sloven lens, any death of a learning disabled person is.. well a death of a learning disabled person. Kinda irrelevant really. Very similar to all those other deaths (4 in 10 learning disabled people die prematurely).

LB’s death finally became the serious incident it always was after a regulatory body found the unit he was in a shit hole and the commissioners/local authority stepped in. If this isn’t evidence enough that no NHS Trust should conduct an internal investigation into the unexpected death of a patient in their learning disability/mental health provision, I don’t know what is.

Footnote: I don’t know how much I have to spell out that not only was LB’s preventable death scandalous, but it is also completely unacceptable that we are having to nip at the heels of a sloppy, careless (or worse) and completely disregarding Trust (and other relevant bodies) to make all this shite visible and demand accountability. Every interaction with the Slovens has involved delay, prevarication and nonsense. And NOTHING has happened yet. Does Katrina Percy/senior management team have someone overseeing their actions or can they do what they like? [And on that note, if someone could bung this under the nose of Simon Waugh, Board Chair, that would be helpful. I don’t have time to write to every fucker who might actually have some influence to do something. Not after a whole year of this nightmare]. 

 

Beyond sanction

I read the latest Sloven minutes properly today. As always, large chunks of incomprehensible guff and spin. For example: Simon Waugh asked for further clarification as to the reference to the use of “appreciative enquiry”, as stated in the Director of Quality’s report; Chris Gordon explained that this was a tool used by the CQC which looked to triangulate sources of information and used a framework of support and challenge to develop learning organisations. Eh?

Further on was a screeching brake moment. Page 16. A  glitzy pink table refers to the investigation that cheeky David Nicholson committed to, back in the day. One of the objectives of the Connor Manifesto.  As the Real DN outlined in his letter to us in March;

We are also asking that Southern Health NHS Foundation Trust provides the NHS England Area Team with details of all the patients who have died whilst receiving mental health and learning disability services since the trust was formed in April 2011. An independent panel, commissioned by NHS England, will then be formed to review all of the information, including the cause of death, and make a
recommendation as to whether further investigation is required.

All good. An independent panel and all that. Given both LB and Nico Reed were whizzled to the ‘natural cause’ pile before you could say Slovenshite (and the broader shocking statistics around mortality among learning disabled people) it’s crucial to have a good look at the premature deaths of learning disabled people (sob) and make sure failings/issues aren’t being overlooked or ignored.

The Slovens clearly have a different take on this review. Bit like their response to the recent Monitor enforcement action against them which was presented almost in a comedic way (er, just making a few plans with current bezzy, Monitor, over tea and cake…) The pink table states the ‘current position’ as:

Chief Operating Officer & Deputy  Chief Executive informed the Board that Thames Valley LAT was coordinating this review, which was comprised of two phases. The first related to looking at benchmarking and comparative data to determine whether the Trust was an outlier; she noted that if there were any areas of concern, a second phase would be commissioned, which would be a deep dive review.

The final column in the table states that the review is ‘proposed for closure’. Proposed for closure. Before it’s even started.

Wowser. What happened to the independent panel? And review of all information?

What a breathtaking example of what? I don’t know. Spin? Gobsmacking arrogance? Stupidity? Denial? Of ‘too big to fail’? Certainly how Sloven don’t get people. Well not learning disabled people. Benchmarking and comparative data? We’re talking about patients who have died unexpectedly.

And how can they dilute a serious review into a bit of number crunching? When it ain’t even their fucking review?

I’m out of ideas. A year on and there has been no sanction against any individual/s or the Slovens/Local Authority or Clinical Commissioning Group. And now it seems we have to police the small steps (we think) we’ve achieved.

The system stinks like a Stinky Pete leather tannery in Morocco. And the Slovens seem to have a unlimited supply of mint leaves to stuff under their noses and pass through. Unaffected. And seemingly unconcerned.

All in a weekend…

Yesterday, we got back from Eseld’s christening to news of Martin, Chris and John’s remarkable cycling achievement (107 miles?!) More wow stuff. (One of the many things we’ll do with #107days is a totting up of spaces and distance covered…)

Over at Glastonbury, the #justiceforLB flag made the BBC 3 homepage and, despite the broken flag pole, continued to engage, charm and spread the campaign word. The Goodley/Lawthom clan demonstrating on the ground activism in legendary colourful brilliance.

Just to keep us firmly immersed in the cesspit that is negotiating with a state related death of a child, we also came home to more email correspondence from Sloven.

You couldn’t make it up. Post-Francis/post-Keogh/post-whatever talk ain’t reached Sloven Towers in any shape or form. More comedy (not) redaction. Page after page of black.

Bit of a stark contrast between #107days action and the knee jerk, impossibly fraught, tightly bounded responses of the various state institutions implicated in what happened to LB. ‘It wasn’t me guv’ statements of denial/non-involvement/implication tattooed on numerous foreheads, eyes firmly pinned on the floor.

Well here’s a radical thought.

Maybe take the spotlight. And own it? 

Maybe shine it on your own patch and ‘fess up to the fucking obvious? You can’t get much more bleeding obvious than LB’s preventable death [he died]. Don’t send out reams of redacted bullshite paperwork. Paperwork that causes more distress, anger, rage and despair. When, believe me, none is necessary.

Why not step off the well trodden conveyor belt of beating families into submission through relentless unnecessary actions and call a halt to ‘cover up/contain’ meetings?

Why not take the randomly colourful (and I assume more comfortable) path of talking openly about what went wrong and why (without mention of ‘lessons learnt’)? I don’t know, but imagine relevant staff from across Sloven/Oxon County Council/Clinical Commissioning Group would feel a shedload better right now if this had happened.

The flag pole broke but Team Glasto picked it up, improvised and carried on campaigning. On the ground. No black in sight. Sharing LB’s story with people who got it.

People tend to be pretty open and responsive to things that are obvious. That’s probably what underpins #107days. Nothing fancy. Just a simple recognition that a young dude had his life cut short in a completely unacceptable way. LB should be looking forward to his leaving prom night this week. Wearing the sharp suit.  His turn, at last, in the stretch limo. On the brink of adult life. A life of possibilities/opportunities stretching ahead of him.

Instead, he died. In an ignored and indifferent space. And all the redaction in the world ain’t going to make that fact disappear.

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What a difference a day makes..

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What a day. The #justice flag arrived at Glastonbury, Change People held a conference in which energy sizzled across twitter with 1.3 million mentions. Oxfordshire Family Support Network published their Healthwatch funded report and the legendary Phil Gayle and team produced a one hour special about learning disability provision* in Oxfordshire.

A one hour special. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. This team have meticulously and carefully reported on unfolding events for the best part of a year now. Today they captured the views of Andrew Smith MP, Paul and Jackie Scarrott, Josh Will’s dad, Phil, Mencap, John Jackson from Oxfordshire County Council and Norman Lamb. I was the link herb across the programme. My brain pinging around in random ways hearing the different contributions and my heart howling at various points. Occasionally lifting when I heard strong and sensible declarations of not accepting the unacceptable.

The big news underpinning the morning show was that Sloven are unlikely to have the contract for learning disability provision in Oxfordshire renewed next year. A bit of a public blow and embarrassment given the five year expectation involved in taking over Ridgeway in November 2012. Sue Harriman, working out her notice before she scarpers, was the obvious talking head pulled in to describe disappointment and some candid reflection about getting it wrong. Katrina Percy was, as usual, invisible. The importance of fronting up the public failure of the Slovens to provide adequate care for the group against which the quality of all trusts should be measured, completely lost on her. Sloven social media tweeted about safety in swimming pools abroad.

I’m left wondering what happens to the Slade House site if the Sloven contract isn’t extended? The place where I took LB wearing his ELC police tabard and orange binoculars to draw the brown lines for the crapshite clinician. The place we drove past a billion times over the years. For trips to here, there and everywhere. The place we took LB to in January, for a ‘crisis’ appointment with the community psychiatrist. The place we eventually, took him eight weeks later. To become an inpatient. A place that didn’t understand what a patient was.

It’s a tasty chunk of prime developmental land.

*Andrew Smith is at 2.07, Jan Sunman at 2.39 and the one hour programme starts at 3.05, available for one week.

 

Dropping balls

Got back from Nottingham this evening after a couple of hectic days away at a conference. And eventually picked up the blue folder again. The covering letter explains what it contains. Turns out I made a cock up with the dates on request two. My original request asked Sloven to provide copies of all emails/letters/reports and telephone transcripts that ‘refer to me’ between March 19th 2013, the day LB entered the unit, and the date I made the request.

I called Sloven information provision people in May after receiving the two emails this had turned up. I was told they’d searched for my full name and that was what I’d asked for. After a conversation during which my phone melted with incredulity, I agreed to put in a ‘supplementary request’ to include the various permutations of how I might be referred to in Sloven communications (a non-exhaustive list);

All personal data referring to me (to be searched as any combination of the following words ‘Sara Ryan’ ‘mum’ ‘mother’ ‘family’ ‘CS’ ‘Connor’ ‘Sparrowhawk’ ‘SR’ ‘Mrs Ryan’ ‘Connor’ ‘Sparrowhawk’)

I specified between March 19th 2014 and the current date.

Oh my blinking blimey. I dropped a ball there. And the Slovens ran with it.

I can only dream of getting a call back from the information disclosure people. Quickly refashioning my phone into a usable shape to take the call. Gathering my breath. Pinning the relentless tears into a ‘will defo catch up with you later’ space enabling me speak.

‘Just checking whether you’ve possibly made a mistake with the dates specified because the time frame is a bit odd really… did you mean 19th March 2013? We’d like to get it right given the circumstances.’

There is no tear ‘pen’ space with this bunch of fuckers.

Black is black and ‘S’ Club Sloven

Bit of a convoluted story tonight. Involving collecting train tickets from work and darting to the sorting office (completely crappily located outside the ring road) to pick up an important special delivery letter before attending a meeting with NHS England local team and families. In the sometimes comedic car share car. Remarkably, the traffic cleared at 7.20pm allowing me to pick up the letter with 10 mins to spare.

Eh? I thought, as I was given an enormous envelope. Important and big. I drove to the meeting, parked and opened it. Eurgh. It wasn’t the letter I was expecting. It was Part two of Sloven Candour. The mop up of missing emails mentioning me from their original trawl which found, er two.

I had a quick flick through the thick file before going in to the meeting. A sea of blackness. Literally. Seriously?

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Most text has been redacted to the point of almost (not) hilarity (see above). This ‘new’ documentation is from a strangely narrow band, March – May 2014. And only people with names beginning with ‘S’ seem to avoid redaction; Sue, Sandra and me (aka ‘mum’). Well done Sue and Sandra for stepping up. Katrina Percy is only listed once. Probably by accident.

One of the rare things left un-redacted was the fact “the family” stopped “service users” attending LB’s funeral because we didn’t want staff attending. Not true. We’d asked if they could be accompanied by staff who didn’t look after LB. Staff from the other units or locum staff. Another cracking example of Sloven selectivity.

I didn’t have a chance to look at this latest [I don’t know what], when the meeting got underway. A summary:

  1. NHS England Thames Valley area seem genuinely committed to changing learning disability/mental health provision in Oxfordshire.
  2. Everyone present recognised that this was currently shite.
  3. There seems to be a broader commitment to change among the CCG and local authority.
  4. Relevant external people have been drafted in to critically comment on the process of change.
  5. Pat (Bill, Pat and STATT Pat) now has a tablet and is playing candy crush.

At the same time:

  1. Funding to support necessary change is wishful thinking.
  2. Shite provision up to the moment was recounted by parents present with no sniff of improvement (in harrowing circumstances).
  3. There were no answers why the provision at Slade House hadn’t been improved since the CQC inspection in September.
  4. There was an expectation that families and learning disabled people are essential for teaching professionals how to do a proper job.

I’m writing about this meeting for a few reasons. 1. Because sadly I can now. 2. Because in Oxfordshire, we seem to be at a point in which the ‘chance’ for actual change seems to be now. Attention, focus, passion and commitment to change is on full boil because shite provision has become so visible. 3. Because this ‘change’ needs documenting.

So, bring it on. Our campaign is about effective change and we’ll shout from the rooftops with delight if it happens.

In the meantime. The new blue file. Awkward, offensive, combative, vile and dishonest. Further demonstrating complete disregard for LB and us as a family. No sniff of candour, honesty and transparency. Simon Stevens, if this gets poked under your nose in the lofty heights of NHS England Tower, please step up and do something. This hideous behaviour is a form of torture. And your name begins with S.

 

Phony, fake and clueless

Rosi Reed, mother of Nico, who died nearly two years ago now about ten miles from here, has decided to talk openly about what happened to her beautiful boy. A summary of this has been written by Gail Hanrahan. A terrible, shocking and heartbreaking story. Another wasted life through disregard and indifference. As Gail points out, there are some striking similarities between what happened to Nico and LB. But also striking differences in our respective treatment by the Slovens. These differences underline the complete fakery of the Sloven way. And how they really don’t have a clue.

After the CQC failed inspection of Slade House published in November, Sloven shut one unit rather than improve it and banned baths in the remaining unit. Returning inspectors found a continuing lack of therapeutic environment and staff still locked in offices. Now if like me, you avidly follow the Sloven board minutes, you will be well aware they have a new learning disability action plan (or pathway) they are pretty excited about. They employed some swat team of experts to help develop this plan.

How they can, on the one hand, be developing a ‘plan’, while at the same time leaving known crap provision to remain, er, crap is beyond me. It demonstrates how fake this whole process is. And that’s because it’s all about process and not about people. If they thought, for a second, about the people left to fester at Slade House, their priority would surely be to make improvements there. It ain’t rocket science to provide a therapeutic environment (it’s a treatment and assessment unit with a team of professionals, costing £3500 per week, FFS.)

Fran, our advocate, made a complaint to the Slovens about her son James’ transition meeting recently. This meeting was an absolute shambles. Particularly shocking given James’ horrific experiences in an out of county placement a couple of years ago and that he was meeting one of the psychiatrists involved in LB’s (non) care. Despite LB’s death, despite the CQC inspection findings, despite the presence of the swat team of experts in the vicinity, Fran’s complaint ran to around 26 points. 26.

KP responded personally in a letter which includes seven ‘apologies’, one ‘sincere apology’ and two ‘sorrys’. Given that Fran was pointing out a level of inadequate care that makes you wonder if she’d actually gone to the local sorting office instead of a hospital, the number of apologies was probably warranted. Thirteen action points were produced from this letter. 13.

KP thanked Fran for pointing out these failings. (no words)

Meanwhile, Rosi ain’t been courted by KP.  In the response to her complaint about not being informed about the internal investigation into Nico’s death, not being allowed to see the report and having to return Nico’s diaries to the Slovens, KP wrote pages of ‘self excusing prose’ (three personal ‘sorrys’ and one sorry on behalf of another staff member). She included the following recommendations arising through Rosi’s complaint:

1.  Families of those people who have died while being supported by the Trust are actively offered meetings with managers to offer support if needed
2. Families are informed by the managers that an investigation will be carried out if necessary
3.  Protocols are formulated to ensure all staff are aware that records of the deceased person should NOT leave the service, unless removed for archiving

Can you imagine receiving this after the death of your child? Does KP have a heart? She writes as though she’s responding to a complaint about milk being left out of the fridge.

Nico doesn’t feature in the Sloven minutes (unlike LB who rose to lead feature in KP’s recent report). An independent inquiry wasn’t commissioned into Nico’s unexpected death. KP wasn’t pulling every trick in the book to meet with Rosi and her family either.

Because till now, Rosi wasn’t making a noise. And that’s how it rolls in the world of learning disability, unexpected deaths and the NHS. You can chuck the candour manual in the nearest skip when push comes to shove. The real process is a quick and dirty internal investigation typically by some close colleague of the unit/ward/home being investigated and not worth the paper it’s written on. What a pile of shite. Particularly when you have a trust as leaky as the Sloven’s, with a Chief Exec who is all about style over substance, awards over decent provision and doesn’t have an ounce of understanding what this experience is like.

So, LB died. Nico died. No staff member has been formally disciplined. The learning disability provision remains shite and failing. CQC and Monitor are regulating. And nothing has actually changed. Rich and I bounce this question backwards and forwards to each other, regularly:

“Er, what do you reckon would have to happen before something was actually done?”

Answers as always, on a postcard. £1 each towards fundraising to cover the legal costs of battling this bunch of muppets. You couldn’t make it up.