Image: Letter from Elliot in prison to me, his partner (Lisa), before he found out about his home leave date (scheduled for this week). I cried with joy when finding out he could be coming home, some of you may remember? Then we realised that there was an administration mistake; this prevented him from coming home. The address for probation and checks was down as his Norwich bedsit, from the time he was arrested two and a half years ago. His address on the prison system is my Nottingham address. It doesn’t make sense. I discovered this after calling Nottingham probation to question why the checks were delayed. Elliot wasn’t on the Nottingham system. We’re gutted, but are now familiar with admin errors constantly letting us down. We’ve just got to accept it and get on with it being built up, then disappointed. I would have been waking up with him next to me this morning.
At this moment in time I’m sat in a Category D prison waiting for an answer about my request for home leave. I put the forms in weeks ago and if accepted, I will be spending three days out next week, Wednesday to Friday, my first time out for over 26 months. But it’s now Saturday and I’ve heard nothing, still waiting for outside probation to do their checks, which should only take a phone call or two, but seems to be held up. So me and Lisa can’t really make any solid plans as we don’t even know if I’ll be coming out or not next week. It’s just another frustrating event, of which I’ve experienced many on this sentence. But things don’t get to me like they use to. One of the biggest things prison teaches you is patience and tolerance. My life is still mostly out of my hands, so I have to practice acceptance around certain aspects of what happens. And my ability for tolerance has been sharpened by the constant exposure to violence, rudeness, ignorance and wasters. And that’s just the prison officers I’ve encountered.
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