rose i’ve heard stories like that for most of my life, eveyday my mum would come home from work after fighting with social workers ( she was a school nurse). all my old clothes where taken into the schools and distributed amongst all the waiffs and strays.children who had biscuts for breakfast. children who didnt know wot a bar of soap looked like. all because the parents are too pissed to bother or too high on drugs. trying to get the social work involved was almost impossible.and then of course there was the unexplained bruises, the” i walked into the door miss, or the ” i fell downstairs miss.” 1 of her pupils actually died of malnutrician.for all of this i have nothing but disgust for the social services.