I have had lots of conversations, tellings off, talking down to, lectures and job interviews. Except this is an interrogation. A damn interrogation isn’t a conversation. I felt nervous. I just want to be clear of the rules. But there aren’t any. There is always talk that social services are corrupt. On arrival at the county hall, they told Hayley and me to wait for a social worker. Lisa Brennan, the contact carer appeared with a female member of staff. There was an awkward introduction. They dangled a piece of paper in my face. I was absolutely baffled as they were asking me to keep my hands at my side at all times when I meet with my grandchildren. They ask me to sign it, I refused to do so. I naively thought that Lisa Brennan had reported me for reading the boy’s text messages. Instead, she had fabricated a feedback report saying that she saw me grope my grandson. She claims she dived in and moved my hand away. she has never brushed against me let alone touch my hand. I don’t know why Ms. Brennan lied about me. Was she racist, or knew she could get away with mentally abusing me. She has put me through hell. Lisa Brennan is a liar, and should not be allowed to work with vulnerable families. I complained to the police and social services, they fob me off with jargon. Accusing someone of groping, or molesting a child is the worse thing you can do. Lisa Brennan played the trump card. I could have been placed on the sex register, all because of lies. The solicitor said that children raised in institutes do come up with this sort of story. I worry about my grandsons, the heavy burden of people-pleasing and lying about me must be so distressing for them. The powers that be speak to me as if I am a child, almost to the point of patronization. Three days after meeting with social workers, I waited to see my grandchildren for over an hour, they did not turn up. I rang the foster carer, he told me a social worker rang him to say contact with me was canceled. There are too many lies floating around. I am a Christian, I must forgive this deceitful bunch, and believe me, they will all get their comeuppance. Each and every one of them will come to no good.