

Truth will prevail

Or

SS (Social Services)

Gone Potty Over A Potty

By

Sigurjón Helgi Kristjánsson

ISBN 9781311360465

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Copyright Sigurjón Helgi Kristjánsson 2015

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Truth Will Prevail

Or

SS

(Social Services)

Gone Potty Over A Potty

By

Sigurjón Helgi Kristjánsson

©2015

Published through Smashswords

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Index

Index .....................................................................................................

Preface ...................................................................................................................

Introduction ...........................................................................................................

Chapter 1 Building Rapport and Friendship .......................................................

Chapter 2 Love at First Sight .............................................................................

Chapter 3 Holy Matrimony ................................................................................

Chapter 4 Sudden Death .....................................................................................

Chapter 5 The Pencil Pusher ..............................................................................

Chapter 6 The Out of Hours Social Worker .......................................................

Chapter 7 Good Bye My Love Good Bye ..........................................................

Chapter 8 The Third Degree ...............................................................................

Chapter 9 Family Home Evening .......................................................................

Chapter 10 Observation at the Awesome School ..................................................

Chapter 11 Criminal Record Bureau Check .........................................................

Chapter 12 Child Protection Conference ..............................................................

Chapter 13 Review Conference ............................................................................

Chapter 14 Order In The Court ............................................................................

Chapter 15 Here Comes The Judge(ment) ...........................................................

Chapter 16 MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY ......................................................

Afterword ..............................................................................................................

Annex I 1st Letter to the Prime Minister ............................................................

Annex II 2nd Letter to the Prime Minister ..........................................................

Annex III 3rd Letter to the Prime Minister ..........................................................

Addendum .............................................................................................................

Preface

Social services, also known as SS or even the modern day Gestapo, based on their work methods, have become a rather infamous entity in modern day society, and failing to do their duties, and lobbying for laws to be changed to allow them to function in the most unethical manner conceivable, to finance their lifestyle, legalized form of human trafficking, a.k.a. adoption fees and fostering. - More on that later in the book.

The deplorable events, that have taken place in U.K. society, is enough to make ones hair curl (mine surely would if I had any (but this is why I am able to "baldly" go where no man has gone before)).

I am not writing this book, to make a profit, but to try and counter act, a dangerous trend in our society, where children are being taken from their families, simply because, the so called professionals, haven't a clue what they are doing, or in plain English; Don't know their arse from their elbow.

I and many others, including one, where a child was taken off a couple, for alleged child abuse, when the actual cause, was the doctor's inability, to make a proper diagnosis; i.e. couldn't diagnose "slapped cheek syndrome", from an actual slapped cheek, resulting in the parents losing out on two years of the child's life.

This and many other cases, which have been reported in the media as well as magazines, barely scrape the surface of the injustice people are facing in the United Kingdom, as well as other European countries and continental U.S.A. This book will make you cry and very angry.

Where possible, the details of conversations have been adhered to, but this is not always a known quantity, and for this reason, some conversations, have been fictionalized, for dramatization purposes.

It is my hope, and those of the victims, that this book, will encourage a discussion on social networks, talk shows and in the media in general, to lobby against this legal form of modern day, social injustice and human trafficking,

The Victims

Introduction

As one starts delving into the inner workings of government and local government, we find, that they are not all what they appear to be. They are NOT civil servants, i.e. they do not serve the civil public, nor are they very civil(ized), but instead, serve themselves, and as stated previously, are fighting for their own income and existence, without a care for anyone else.

During the gathering of information for this e-book, which is written not for profit, for it is being given away, but for the truth to come out, to make a difference.

Parents who have fallen victim to the over zealousness and incompetence of social workers and medical "professionals" (if what they do can be called being professional), have found their children up for sale (albeit adoption (for which the local government charges "adoption fees" (the modern legal equivalent to human trafficking))) on websites like www.BeMyParent.com; when at the same time, the courts are saying no reporting allowed, to protect the identity of the children – yet that same website (www.BeMyParent.com), is divulging the name, age and description of the child, and in some cases even the actual photograph of the child (in other cases substituted by photographs of actors/actresses of the same/similar age and ethnicity), even before the case is over.

Is this in harmony with social services declaration and normal excuse, that they are first and foremost a "safeguarding body" - I ask you; Is it safeguarding children, by advertising to all paedophiles, that children are up for sale? For anyone can register for a login to that website.

There are also numerous cases, that have come to light through magazines like Take a Break, where people have related their horrific ordeals, all due to the over zealousness of the medical establishment as well as that of the social workers.

But one thing they all have in common, is that the ones persecuted the hardest, are Caucasian Christians. This is due to the change in legislation, to fight against the racism against, Asians, Negroes (YES, I wrote NEGRO. It is derived from the French word NEGRO, which means black, and my BLACK friends have said it is alright to use it, and that they do snot believe in this politically correct mumbo jumbo of saying African American, or Afro Anglican etc. (so there you Westminster hypocrites) and those of the Islamic persuasion. In fact, this so called "political correctness", has gone to the extreme, that the Caucasian Christian community, is now the new ethnic minority in a Christian country, where celebrating Christian festivals is on the way out, as those of other religious persuasion, might take offence; This now includes: Nativity plays and Christmas decorations, yet we are expected, to have our children make cards for their parents to celebrate Eid and Diwali.

There is nothing wrong with learning about other religions and their festivals. It promotes or should promote religious tolerance and respect. BUT it must work both ways, otherwise we are not being fair. After all, this is suppose to be a Christian Country, and if people want to live here, they might as well get used to the idea that we celebrate Christian festivals, an more importantly LEARN THE LANGUAGE and customs.

I am all in favour of their children learning about their parents heritage, but if they want to live here, because they are better off, then they will have to learn about their host nation, its customs, heritage and languages.

Getting back to the cases I've come across, during my "fact finding" period, I should like to draw your attention to a news clip, aired on stv (Scottish Television (see if it is still on www.stv.com)). It was about a grandmother in Glasgow, in Scotland, and her grandchildren. The grand children's mother, had been a widow for a number of years, till she passed away suddenly in 2014.

As usual, Social Services, saw a chance to make a couple of quid by selling them off, by putting them up for adoption. The grandmother, who was looking after the kids after their mother's passing, suddenly found herself in a custody battle with Social Services for her own grand children.

Social Services, tried to maintain, that she couldn't look after the kids etc. The grandmother (a Christian Caucasian you will be shocked to learn) ended up saying to them: "Who do you think you are? GOD?" - To which Social Services replied: "As far as you're concerned, WE ARE GOD."

Just before Christmas, the Court ruled: "... that it would not be in the children's best interest, to separate them from their grandmother and place them with total strangers." - The grandmother related to the reporters, that had she been able to, that she could cheerfully have leapt over the judges bench and kissed him there and then.

Up yours SS.

I've gone back over 40 years, and I found a case in Aberdeen in Scotland (also concerning Christian Caucasians), where the grandparents weren't allowed to adopt their own grandchildren, as the grandparents were considered TOO OLD (they were aged 40 at the time (they are now in their golden years, and related to me in an interview, that Social Services were just

being contrary, and wanted to exercise unrighteous dominion because they could just like in the case you are about to read).

It is my sincerest hope, that by writing this e-book and giving it away, that we can fight those servants of SATAN, who take pleasure in exercising unrighteous dominion over people, and destroying the most sacred institution of all, the marriage and the family. For the Lord God hath said: "Woe, unto those who cause any of these little ones of mine (i.e. the children) to sin (by placing them with people who would cause them to sin), for their blood shall be demanded of YOUR heads".

Please help in this fight against injustice, and distribute the link to others by re-tweeting it, putting it on your social website or whatever. My only means of following how many read this book, is by following how many downloads it gets.

Peace and blessings to you all.

The Author

Chapter 1

Building rapport and friendship

Our story starts in a call centre, where our victim, Saint-John Victrix, a Caucasian Christian, had just started work as a sales representative, and a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

One day, he is asked to train up a newbie. The newbie, CC, who was a Negro, and had bad experience of Caucasians in general, wasn't pleased, but sat down. Saint-John, was of mixed origins, and didn't care who he talked to, and immediately started to try build a rapport with his new work colleague. After a while it was time for their break, and Saint-John invited his new friend for a cup of hot chocolate or whatever he wanted. His new friend, who was used to being treated like the Nigger in the wood pile, was astonished by this, and after experiencing such genuine, friendship for a week, admitted to Saint-John, that he had lost faith in humanity, and especially that of Caucasians; but now his faith had been restored.

Saint-John was a bit taken a back, and then said, that he had grown up watching television programs, where Negroes were the underdogs, and he had asked his parents if black people were bad. His parents had found the question uncomfortable, but did give him an honest answer, and said: "No. That black people, were just like white, people; It was only the colour of the skin that was different, and this was due to them being originally born in country, where the climate is warmer, and the colour was for protection. Just like when white people get a tan."

This puzzled Saint-John, and prompted him to ask another question: "Why are black people then being persecuted?" This was an even harder question to answer, but his parents tried. He was told, that as he grew older, he would learn, that people are very ignorant, and don't make an effort to get to know people for who they are, but are to pre-occupied with appearances, keeping up appearances, and status symbols.

He later learned the truth of those words, as well as the meaning of the words in the song: "You've got to be taught", which he found on the Long Playing Vinyl Album of Rodger's and Hammerstein's "South Pacific"; an album he loved to play and listen to.

After CC had been working alongside of Saint-John for about a month, it was pay day, and that was a day everyone looked forward to, but for some reason, CC wasn't looking so pleased. Saint-John was worried, that something was wrong, like a death in the family, or perhaps someone in the family had been taken ill, and he couldn't make it to them. He had to wait till he could get off the phones to check with his friend what was the matter.

Finally, he got a moment with his friend CC, and found out what was the matter. Human Resources (HR) had screwed up his wages, badly. Saint-John, who had been a deputy director for an overseas telephone company, told him that they should be able to make a correction run, no later than a week later, or at least issue him with a cheque from petty cash.

"Mon Ami", CC said, "I wish it were that simple. The thing is, those bastards don't care, because I am black, and that is all there is about it." - and his friend walked off.

Saint-John was shocked and stunned. He couldn't stand idly by, and watch his friend suffered, so he went immediately to the bank, and took out £100 and gave it to his friend, and told him that he himself (Saint-John) had been unemployed a couple of times, and knew from bitter experience how it was to have no money and no job.

CC wasn't going to accept the money, as he said he might not be able to pay it back. Saint-John said to him, that money is useful, but you cannot take it with you when you die, and that you cannot put a price on friendship, and he considered CC to be a friend.

Shortly afterwards, Saint-John was back on the phones, when CC came by with a piece of paper and a small cake, Saint-John nodded and mouthed "Thank you", and then he saw the note. On it were written the words: "You are no longer my friend"; Saint-John's heart sank. He was wondering if he had somehow offended his new friend, owing to some cultural difference he wasn't aware of. He felt absolutely devastated. He opened the note all the way to fold it over properly to put it away, so he could apologise CC, for whatever he had done wrong. As he did, he saw the rest of the message, it read: "You are my brother."

Saint-John hadn't noticed, that CC was spying him from a distance, to see his reaction. At first CC had thought that HE himself had done something wrong by writing the note, based on Saint-John's first reactions. Then he saw a sigh of relief come over Saint-John and a smile on his face, when he read the rest of the note. He too, now felt relieved, when he realized, that his friend appreciated his friends words.

The following month, CC got paid correctly, and the two decided to meet up for dinner and have a nice relaxing chat, and joked about the note, i.e. each other's expressions. Saint-John said, that this was often the problem between cultures, that they do not take time to let people finish their sentences and jump to the wrong conclusions.

CC agreed with Saint-John, but also said, it was easier for him, as he was white, and he had no idea how it was to be black.

"Au contraire mon Ami", Saint-John said, "I am probably one of the few people, who can say; 'I know EXACTLY' how you feel."

CC became very agitated and said:"No! Don't even get me started with that bull shit, man. You have no flaming clue man what it is to go through life with black skin."

"Not life ...", Saint-John started, and then CC interrupted, saying: "See, your just full of shit man."

"Will you please allow me to finish", Saint-John said. CC calmed down, and said: "O.k. man, I'm sorry, It's just I get so angry when white people say, that they understand what it is like being black."

"What is it you were going to say?" asked CC.

"Many years ago," Saint-John continued, "I was invited to a fancy dress party at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, of which I am a member, and I decided to dress up as a rastafarian."

"You're crazy man. Why would you go and do something so stupid?" queried CC.

"Well for starters," Saint-John replied, "I was sure no one else would."

"Of course they wouldn't man. They've got more sense than dressing up like a Nigger in a white country" CC interjected.

"Did you just hear yourself?" asked Saint-John.

"You mean, because I said: 'NIGGER'?" emphasized CC.

"M hm." Saint-John acknowledged.

"Yeah man, but I can do it, and you can't", CC stipulated.

"Maybe so," said Saint-John, "but I have more respect you, than that. It's just a shame you don't have more respect for yourself."

"I see what you mean man", said CC.

"Do you?"queried Saint-John, "You see, if you don't have respect for yourself, how can you expect anyone else to respect you?"

"Shit man." said CC as he felt ashamed for his outburst, and then added: "Why do you always have to be right?"

Saint-John burst out laughing, and said:"I wouldn't say that, mon ami."

"So what is it that you were going to tell me about this fancy dress party?" asked CC, trying to avoid feeling any worse than he already did.

"Oh yes!" said Saint-John, "I borrowed a Batik Sarong, that belonged to my mother, and painted my face, neck, arms, hands, calves and feet,with tanning cream, put on some flip flops, a rastafarian wig, and some gold chains around my neck, and set off for church."

"You are either very brave my friend, or very stupid", said CC, "So what happened next?"

"Well I had just got out of the apartment block, when this couple walked towards me, and I overheard the lady say in my native language: "Save me from this demon of a Nigger".

"I had only been a black man for 30 seconds, and already people hated me," Saint-John kept on.

"See! I told you it wasn't easy to go through life being black, but you didn't believe me." said CC.

"No, I didn't, mon ami," said Saint-John, "It was YOU, who wouldn't believe me, that I understood what it was like, to be black."

"So you do know what it is like?" queried CC.

"That was just the beginning," said Saint-John. "There is more my friend," said Saint-John. "In the distance, I could see my mother coming down the street. She had just come off the No. 6 bus. I could see her looking at me peculiarly. I then said to her:"Aren't you going to say hello?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!", laughed CC, "Man I bet she got the shock of her life."

"She did," replied Saint-John, "She said she thought the Batik Sarong looked familiar. Then she asked me why I was dressed up like that? I told her I was going to a fancy dress party at church. She asked me if I was walking or taking a taxi? I said I was walking. She asked me if I was trying to get myself killed? That she preferred I take a taxi."

"Ah! So, it is not just I, who think you are crazy dressing up like that at night time? Smart woman your mother. I like her already. Anyway continue, please." said CC.

"Yes, so off I went to Church, getting dirty looks from everyone I met, simply because my attire and the colour of my skin was different from the norm." said Saint-John.

"I keep telling you man, it's not easy being black in this world." repeated CC.

"Mind you," said Saint-John, "I got the same weird looks, when I dressed up in a suit and tie, when I would go out with the full time missionaries, to go tracting."

"Tracting?", said CC puzzled, "What is that?"

"Proselyting," replied Saint-John, "Preaching the Gospel."

"I thought it was," said CC, "I just wanted to be sure I got it right."

"No problem," said Saint-John, "When I got to Church, even the full time missionaries were shocked when they saw, me. They didn't turn me away or anything, but they certainly weren't expecting a rastafarian. Then I couldn't keep it in any more, and laughed and said to them: 'Well! Aren't you going to greet me?' Oh! Brother Saint-John. We didn't recognize in your outfit. You... You look so... So different in that get up."d

"DIFFERENT????", Exclaimed CC, "Bullshit man. They hated you because you were black."

"Be that as it may CC," said Saint-John, "They didn't say so. If they had, I would've had them shipped out on the next flight, as I was the District Mission Leader, and would've made a complaint."

"I've only known you for a couple of months, man," said CC, "but I think you would've have done just that. So what happened then?"

"Well I kept getting the same weird looks from everybody, but they soon got used to the idea, that it was just brother Saint-John."

"Heeh! Heeh!" laughed CC, "Man that must've pissed them off, you staying dressed like that all evening."

"Yup, sure did," replied Saint-John, "but let's face it man. The Gospel teaches us, that ALL men were created equal, and that we are suppose to LIVE the Gospel. You cannot say you're a Christian, and NOT BE ONE. That's just paying lip service to God, and God doesn't want you to be lukewarm. He wants you HOT."

"Try telling that to the white people", said CC.

"I do.", said Saint-John, "That's why they don't like me, even though I'm white."

"You're one crazy old man Saint-John", said CC.

"It ain't over yet," said Saint-John.

"You mean there is more????", replied CC, absolutely astonished.

"When the party was over," Saint-John continued, "I decided to walk into town to catch a bus."

"You crazy man!!!" exclaimed CC, "What time was this?"

"Around 11 p.m. on a Friday night." replied Saint-John.

"You're lucky to still be alive", said CC.

"Funny! That's just what my mother said." commented Saint-John, "Anyway, I got to the city centre, without being accosted."

"You were lucky man." commented CC.

"Well everybody gave me a wide berth." said Saint-John, "as if I was a dangerous criminal, leper or carrying some awful disease, like the plague. Like I was saying, I got to the city centre, and waited for the number 7 bus."

"I thought you said your mother had got of the number 6 bus?" said CC.

"Ah! So you were paying attention to what I was saying." said Saint-John,

"Hey man! Just because I'm black man, doesn't mean I'm stupid", stressed CC.

"I didn't say that!" Saint-John snapped back, "What I meant is, that you actually listened to what I was saying. I'm so used to be talking to white people, that are to happy with the sound of their own voices, to actually pay attention to what I say."

"Sorry man!" apologised CC, "I'm just not used to people treating me with respect."

"It's like I said earlier," Saint-John reminded him, "respect yourself, and people will respect you. Now where was I? Oh yes! You see, it is the number 6 bus, when heading west, and number 7 heading east. Anyway; I got on the bus, and lo and behold, an old friend of my brother's was driving the bus. I showed him my bus pass, and he sort of gave me a shrug, to tell me to get to the back of the bus."

"You mean he didn't recognize you, and hated you because you were black?" asked CC.

"You got it right!" acknowledged Saint-John, "So I decided to tease him a bit, and didn't move."

"You're crazy man!" exclaimed CC, "What did he do? Did he throw you of the bus?"

"No, he didn't actually." replied Saint-John, "He motioned me again to go to the back of the bus, and it was at that time I opened my mouth and said: 'Aren't you going to bid me a GOOD EVENING?'

"Ha! ha! Ha! What did he say? What did he do?" asked CC.

"Well he then said to me: 'Is it Saint-John? Yes, I replied. What the hell are you doing dressed up like some devil of a Nigger? I told him I had been to a fancy dress ball. Crikey he said to me. I thought it was some flaming Nigger that had boarded my bus."

"See man, I told you he would be racist." CC said, "No offence man. That's just the way the world is."

"I finally managed to get home, without being accosted." Saint-John said.

"You were lucky man. I mean, I don't know what your home country is like, but I assume it is the same everywhere." CC iterated.

"Indeed." Saint-John acknowledged, "So now you see, that I DO know how you feel, as I have tried being black for one evening. But I can tell you, that being of dual nationality, can be just as difficult, even though it is different."

"What do you mean?" asked CC.

"I mean, that I am a flaming foreigner, wherever I go, and am treated as such; Even in my home country." replied Saint-John.

"Seriously man. WOW! That's tough man." said CC, "At least I'm o.k. in my home country. - So we are the same bro. Eh?"

"Yes, we are." said Saint-John, "We most certainly are.

Chapter 2

Love at first sight

It was in December of 2006, after working nearly every week-end for a decade, that Saint-John packed in his job, and decided to become active in the Church again.

He had met a couple of full time missionaries in the street, and asked them, where the Church was and what time it started. They were thrilled to bits to find a less active member, and offered to have him picked up, but he declined the offer, and said it would be better if he found it himself, so he would be able to make his own way in the future.

That Sunday, while Saint-John was making his way to Church, he got lost. Then, he spotted two young girls walking along, and asked if they knew where the road was, that he was looking for. Their immediate response was:"Are you looking for the Church?" - Saint-John was a bit taken a back, and immediately responded with; "Yes?" - "That's where we're going", they said, "Why don't you walk with us."

And so, Saint-John had two guardian angels to guide him to Church.

When he got there, he met the two missionaries, and started talking to them. As they were chatting, a fair young daughter of Zion, caught Saint-John's eye, that made his heart skip a beat. In fact he was so distracted, that he didn't hear what the missionaries were saying to him.

They finally managed to get his attention again, and introduced him to a long standing member, who asked him if he was just visiting the ward, or if he had moved into the ward. Saint-John replied, that he had moved into the ward. The brother, then introduced him to his son, who happened to be the bishop of the ward.

The bishop started with his normal questions, and then introduced him to the Elders quorum president who took his details.

During their conversation, the EQP, asked him if he was employed or unemployed. Saint-John replied, that he was unemployed. "Oh well then, I have to introduce you to my wife," the EQP said, "She's the ward's employment specialist."

Introductions were made, and soon he started giving his details one more time. It was during their conversation, that the lady, asked him if he about his date of birth. When he told her that it was Christmas Eve, she responded with: "Just like my daughter." Saint-John was surprised, as he didn't know of anyone else with his birthday, apart from his cousin, so he jokingly said, "Oh! You'll have to introduce me to her. I only know of my cousin, who shares my birthday. "Sure," she said, "You can meet her after church."

As the conversation progressed, the employment specialist, asked him about his marital status. When he said that he was single, the lady responded with: "Oh! Well, I'll have to introduce you to my daughter now, as she is the Stake Single Adult Chair Person." - Saint-John was dumbfounded.

After Church, the lady introduced him to her daughter, and Saint-John's heart skipped a bit again. There was the fair young daughter of Zion, who also shared his date of birth. Was it s e r e n d i p i t y?

The employment specialist then asked Saint-John what he was doing for lunch, he said he was just going to go back to his flat, and fix up something. The lady wouldn't hear of it, and said that they had plenty of food, and that he was welcome to join them, and that her daughter, Evnikia, would drive him.

He thanked her, and accepted the invitation. - Her husband, the EQP, thought to himself: "He's only been in the ward 5 minutes, and already he's being invited round for tea."

Little did Saint-John know, that he too, had caught Evnikia's eye, and she was delighted that her mother had invited him for lunch.

When they got there, he was introduced to one of her sisters, and her three children (who all were trying to be on their best behaviour (which didn't last long as one would expect)).

Over lunch, they exchanged pleasantries and Saint-John learned, that there was going to be a Single Adult Activity in the nearby Stake, and the maiden he had fallen head over heals for, invited to pick him up and take him there.

After a pleasant evening at the nearby Stake, Evnikia dropped Saint-John off at his residence, and as he kissed their hands good night, Evnikia's sister, asked him point blank:"Have you ever thought about getting married?" - Evnikia had warned him that her sister was a bit forward and inquisitive, but he felt her going a bit over the top there, and could see that Evnikia felt a bit uncomfortable.

Saint-John decided to be diplomatic, and said:"Provided I meet the right person, and we BOTH feel that we are suitable for each other, AND share the same views of what is the basis of a celestial marriage, I hope, that I shall eventually be blessed to have the hand of a chosen daughter of Zion to hold by my side."

Evnikia's sister, Llangaia, quickly responded:"Well I've got a ready made family; No need to have more kids unless you want to?"

Evnikia was now mortified, and Saint-John's heart went out to her, and he tried to keep up the diplomacy, and responded with:"Taking on someone else's kids is not an easy task, and can cause friction in a relationship, when it comes to implementing discipline. It is not a decision to be taken lightly." - It was at that moment, that Llangaia didn't waste time, and quickly said:"They'll just have to accept it, if we decide to get together." - Saint-John was thunderstruck. Talk about laying your cards on the table. He paused for a second, and then replied:"That is a decision, one does NOT make unilaterally, and NOT without getting to know the children. A simple luncheon doesn't suffice." He then decided to cut the conversation short, and said:"Well my dears, it is high time we should retire, as it is a working day tomorrow, and you (he said looking at Llangaia), need to get back to your children." Not liking to be given the brush off, Llangaia quickly interjected:"That's alright, my mother is minding the kids. Besides, I don't have to get up for work, and neither do you, since your unemployed." Saint-John found her being very inconsiderate towards her own mother, and decided to give her a wide berth, and cut the conversation short, with the words: "Your not being very considerate with your mother's time, or Evnikia's, not to mention, that just because I am unemployed, doesn't mean I do not get up to SEEK employment." At which point he made his exit.

Poor Evnikia had mixed emotions. She was partially relieved, that her sister couldn't make matters any worse, but at the same time, she was afraid, she may have scared Saint-John away.

As she got home, she got a delightful surprise; On her telephone was a voice mail message from Saint-John. He had gone behind her back before they left her mother's, and asked her mother for Evnikia's telephone number.

They spoke on the telephone the following day, and Evnikia invited him round for dinner and Saint-John, came baring gifts, and after a couple of dates, asked her if she would like to marry him, which she agreed to. Then he said he was old fashioned, and would like to ask her stepfather for her hand in marriage. She said that he would like that.

The following Sunday, he got up the courage to speak to him, and asked him for his stepdaughter's hand in marriage; To which he responded: "I guess that means I'll have to buy a new suit." - Saint-John was very perplexed, and looked at his wife, who responded with the words: "That means, YES." - After which he added: "But just so you know; There are no refunds or returns. I'm not having her coming back, like the other one." He said, and indicated towards Llangaia.

Llangaia was not amused, by the comment, nor did she appreciate, that her sister had won Saint-John's heart. Over the next months, she and her children, did everything to try and sabotage their relationship, and in the end they succeeded, and chortled over it.

However, Saint-John was still in love with Evnikia, and was just his normal self towards her. He went home and thought about his predicament and wondered whether he should leave Pumicestone.

He then decided to go on-line, and listen to some music on YOUTUBE. He noticed some music from the movie "American Graffiti". He remembered seeing it with his school mate when it came out, back in 1973. One of the songs was "The book of love" with The Monotones. In the song they sing:

"Chapter one says to love her, to love her with all your heart.

Chapter two you tell her, you're never, never, never ever gonna part.

In chapter three you remember, the meaning of romance.

In chapter four you break up, but you give her just one more chance."

"Give her just one more chance" - That was it. He loved her, and she loved him. Why should he let that sister of hers ruin what they had? So, he decided to give it another go, an win her heart again.

He went passed her place every frosty morning, and scraped the ice of the wind shields and windows of her car, and brushed the snow of it as well; Eventually, he won her heart again, and they rekindled their relationship, and finally got married in The Temple, much to Llangaia's chagrin.

Llangaia did nothing but try to sabotage the wedding ceremony in the chapel, and during the reception, as did her children (bar one, who was a bridesmaid). She even sat with a face like a fiddle in The Temple, bouncing her crossed leg and biting her nails.

\- So much for sisterly love.

Chapter 3

Holy matrimony

It was in their first year, that SATAN threw everything at them. You see SATAN, doesn't like people getting sealed together in The Temple, as this means, that if they keep their covenants with The Lord, that they shall be raised from the dead, as a FAMILY (together forever), with their children (who are born in the covenant) sealed unto them (provided the children keep their covenants) ad infinitum.

Well, they had only been married a month, when Evnikia fell pregnant. A month later, Saint-John was made redundant, owing to local government cut backs. In their third month, Evnikia fell pregnant again. Saint-John had difficulty getting a job, as the labour market was heading for a recession, and he wasn't getting any younger either.

It was starting to put a strain on their relationship, but through fasting and prayer, they would persevere. Llangaia, pretended to be helpful, by coming up with suggestions about "JOBS" (NOT career moves) for Saint-John, and saying that Evnikia shouldn't be working, that she should be at home.

Of course Llangaia had an ulterior motive. She had been used to manipulate Evnikia, and have her chauffeur her around, AND use her home, as the Happy Dumping Grounds (as opposed to the American Indians Happy Hunting Grounds), i.e. she would dump her kids on Evnikia every week-end, so she would not have to deal with them, even though she was getting carer's allowance from the benefits agency for looking after her own kids, as she was unemployed.

There was really no need for her to be unemployed any more, as the kids were at school full time, and she could quite easily put in half a days work. She plain and simply couldn't be arsed.

Saint-John had told Evnikia, that Llangaia was just taking advantage of her, and that Llangaia really didn't love her children. She only loved the income they provided. Evnikia took offence, and said that wasn't true. Saint-John told her to "Mark my words; that as soon as they became of age, Llangaia will drop them like a hot potato." "You're wrong," was her reply, "she loves them. She would never do that." - To add insult to injury, Saint-John added, that her youngest nephew, only came round to watch the children's programs on SKY TV, and that IF the SKY BOX, were to break down for some reason, that he would stop coming round. "That's not true!" Exclaimed Evnikia, "He loves me." "I don't doubt that," replied Saint-John, "all I am saying, that he loves the SKY BOX, more than you."

Then came the time, that they had to make the announcement, that Evnikia was expecting. Everyone was delighted, except Llangaia. This upset all her plans. Her immediate reaction, was to bark at her sister:"What did you have to go and do that for? I could've lent you my kids, and then when you ha d had enough, you could've given them back to me." Evnikia was devastated. Her own sister, couldn't even be happy for her. Saint-John's words echoed in her mind, but she refused to see the truth.

A couple of years later they had another child. Saint-John had by this time become self employed, but hadn't been able to do as much work from home, as he would've liked, owing to his wife needing care the first six months after giving birth, as well as their little daughter needing attention. He had also done his back in twice.

Their second child was a boy, who had to be delivered by a caesarian section, so again, his wife and the children needed a lot of attention, which took Saint-John from his work.

To save money, Saint-John was not on the car insurance, which meant his wife did all the driving, however, on this occasion, they decided to put him on for six months, as his wife couldn't drive after the c-section. All was well, and they were stopped at traffic lights, when a car came up behind them, and the driver of the vehicle, tried to break in the puddle behind them. Floatation, meant there was no resistance, and the braking distance increased, resulting in their car being rear ended. Fortunately, the children were strapped in child safety seats, and this saved them from getting whiplash or sustaining any other injuries.

As time passed, Saint-John threw his back out two more times, which was compounded by his scoliosis. Evnikia suggested that her niece Alnitak, come over to help, as she was studying child care, and wanted to make observations. Saint-John reluctantly agreed, even though it went against his better judgement.

After a few days, Alnilam, started echoing her mother's words, and said to Evnikia and Saint-John: "If Saint-John, went out and got a proper job, instead of working from home; Then I could stay at home and look after the kids, and then I wouldn't have to go out to work."

Well that said it all, didn't it. Her mother wanted me out of the house, so she could manipulate her daughter, to let her in while WE weren't at home, so she could have a good nosy round the house. You see, Llangaia is a real Nosy Parker, and needs to know everything about everyone, and gossip like mad; But she is very secretive about her own, life, and very two faced. She could say something in front of everyone, and if you quoted her a minute later, she would say: "I never said that." The same held true about her deeds, which she would deny with the words: "I never did that", even if there were a hundred witnesses. Her children were no better, as they had learned that, from the time they were wet behind the ears after childbirth. - Put differently, people not to be trusted.

A couple of years later, Alnilam, went behind everybody's backs, and suddenly the police came round, along with social services. Apparently she had made various allegations against Saint-John. After careful investigation, social services, saw, that Alnilam, had had a troubled background (Llangaia had been involved with social services for the past 15 years, with various interventions), so the case was dropped. However, matters weren't quite that simple, as Alnilam had also been spreading rumours within The Church, and the matter had to be addressed by the bishops of both wards, who are the Judges in Israel, in their respective wards/branches. After a bishop's enquiry, the matter was closed, with no further action required.

Needless to say, this did put a strain on the marriage, as well as the inter family relationship. It was shortly afterwards, that Llangaia, renewed her acquaintance with, Himi, a returned missionary (who later turned out to have been excommunicated for abuse of prescription drugs, and become anti-Mormon). So she went down to see him in his village, and took her kids with her. He was semi-taken with Llangaia, but really didn't want the kids.

Shortly afterwards, having lied to social services in Pumicestone, that she couldn't find the key to one of her kids bed rooms (as she knew they would take the kids off her, as the room was stacked with boxes from wall to wall, and floor to ceiling. The poor kid, would have to go over the foot of the bed, to get into bed, living in danger of being buried alive, in the event of the boxes falling over him.

Now the picture started to become clearer. It was Alnilam's mother who was behind the allegations about Saint-John, to divert attention from herself, as well as not liking Saint-John, for both rejecting her, and marrying her sister and getting her pregnant twice; but because it hadn't worked, and social services had said they would be back in two weeks, to inspect the room, she had to work fast, not to mention, that it was Alnilam's way of crying for help and her mother's attention, and to get her to notice their objection to her relationship with Himi, as well as the kids objection to Saint-John having ruined their week-end visits with aunt Evnikia, by being both married, as well as having kids.

She informed her kids, that she was moving in with Himi, and that she wanted them to move down with her. The kids were not amused. They hated Himi; He had made the boys sleep in a freezing attic with no heating, and their mother had deliberately left her undergarments behind, when they went to visit him, pretending she had forgotten, to bring them along (needless to say, the kids didn't believe her for a minute. In fact they all said: "How do you forget to pack your undergarments?"). - To add insult to injury, she said that she was going to weave her magic over him, and she would prance naked around the house. The kids were both horrified and disgusted.

Try as Llangaia might, the kids were adamant, that they were NOT relocating. Llangaia said to her oldest son: "Well, it really doesn't bother me, if you move down with us or not, I don't get any money for you anyway!" - This hurt him very much, and caused anger management issues, which Saint-John and Evnikia were asked to help with, as they were both trained in Strengthening the Family program, within The Church, which deals with such issues, on top of which, Saint-John was also trained in Triple P, or the Perfect Parenting Program.

Saint-John never said anything, but his prediction, had come true. Llangaia loved the income from her children more than she did her children.

Llangaia moved down with her youngest son, who was forced to relocate. The other two siblings stayed behind with their grandparents, to finish their education. - The youngest son, was kept out of school for months, until he was finally placed in a boarding school, so they wouldn't have to look after him, yet Llangaia still kept claiming benefits for all of them, even though they weren't living with her.

Her mother had to ask her for months to make the necessary changes, so that she could get the money for them, as she was now their carer and not Llangaia. After about six months, Llangaia begrudgingly relented.

In the meantime, Himi, had spoken to all his friends, who were all supposedly specialist, and they all concurred, that Llangaia's youngest son, Mintaka, was just a naughty boy, and didn't have special needs at all. This begged then the question: "Why had Llangaia, been claiming benefits all his life, for him having special needs?"

She and her pillow partner, soon got into the clutches of the police and social services once more, as Mintaka, had reported to the police, that Himi, was physically abusing him. When the police came round, Llangaia was permitted to speak to Mintaka alone, and got him to withdraw his charges.

Llangaia was excommunicated before she moved down to live with Himi, for committing adultery, as he was not yet divorced from his first wife, and they were not married (and when this is written (May 2015) still aren't); This really didn't surprise anyone, as she had been disfellowshipped twice before, for Law of Chastity issues.

Himi finally got divorced, and got half the money from the sale of his ex-wife's house. It was shortly afterwards, that Saint-John heard Himi speak of it wasn't easy having a child, with special needs. Wow, Saint-John thought, NOW he is a child with special needs (because it suits him (to be able to get the benefits (How two faced can you get?))). Instead of giving Mintaka over to live with his grandparents, they tried to have Mintaka sectioned, saying he was a nut case. Mintaka's grandparents spoke to a psychiatrist, and fought in Mintaka's defence, and in the end he went to live with them.

Saint-John was disgusted with Llangaia's behaviour, and felt that the English expression of flaming cow, being appropriate v (even though it was a considerable insult to the ruminants).

One day, Mintaka wanted to stay over with the Victrix's, and was delighted, that they had agreed. He immediately wanted to watch his programs on SKY, but was terribly disappointed, to learn that the SKY BOX, wasn't working, and that there was a minimum of three months wait, for a new box. Evnikia, told him that he was nonetheless welcome to stay; To which Mintaka replied: "What's the point? You haven't got SKY", at which point, he walked out and went back into his grandparents car, and sulked.

Her mother apologised for him, and Evnikia put on a brave face, and said it was alright, but inside she was gutted. Saint-John didn't say anything, but this was the second time what he had foreseen had come true.

The kids lives improved a great deal, and they became very active within The Church, until their mother and Himi started keeping contact via social media and short messaging service. Then to top it off, they moved to the nearby county (just outside of Pumicestone), and stirred in the children's lives, preaching anti-Mormon doctrine to them, and telling them it was alright to have same sex relations and other false doctrine).

In the end, Llangaia's eldest son, Alnitak, decided not to go on a mission, and became less active. His younger brother Mintaka, followed suit shortly afterwards. Alnilam, was the only one, who maintained an active membership.

As the months passed, their behaviour, became less in line with the Gospel, and more in line with those succumbing to Satan's temptations, which was due to Himi's and Llangaia's detrimental influence.

Himi and Llangaia later had a child together, and they cannot fathom, as to why the child is fractious etc. They do not seem to comprehend, that a child needs a fixed routine, and needs to feel that boundaries are made known to it in love.

But hey! Why should Llangaia get it? She didn't with her first four. Why should she now?

Chapter 4

Sudden Death

It was in their fourth year, that SATAN applied to The Lord, to try Saint-John's faith once more, just like he had with Job, thousands of years ago (see Job chapter 2 et. al. in the Bible).

Saint-John was at home with the kids, when he tried once more to get a hold of his mother. He had been trying to get a hold of her since Friday, to invite her over for Christmas, but had been able to. He had heard his mother's spirit say to him: "Call the police", when he had tried to phone her on the Friday, but he knew if he were to contact the police in a foreign country, and tell them that he had been trying to phone his mother, and couldn't get a reply, but had heard her spirit tell him to phone them, that they would probably have thought that he had had one to many drinks or just plain bonkers.

He then phoned his friend, and asked him to find out, if she had been taken ill and been hospitalized.

It wasn't long, before Saint-John got the dreaded phone call from the coroner's office, that his friend had demanded that they look in on Saint-John's mother, and that she had been found dead in her apartment.

Saint-John broke down, and gave his kids a big hug, and told them that their grandmother had passed away. This meant that Saint-John would now have to make funeral arrangements long distance and then travel for the funeral as well. Then empty his mother's new flat, which was sheltered accommodation, to avoid another month's rent, and then empty her old flat, which he had had to stop emptying, as his wife and he, had had a head on collision when they went shopping a few months before, when some idiot came down the wrong side of the road, resulting in Saint-John, hurting his right arm (and being unable to type for 2 months) and Evnikia hurting her left arm, their daughter had been sitting on her right leg and pulled a muscle, and their son, got slightly concussed.

The funeral went well, as did emptying the sheltered accommodation. His mother's former flat however, was a different matter. It not only needed emptying, but the roof had started leaking, and needed attention.

In the end, he spoke to his nieces, and all agreed, to sell the flat AS IS, as no one had the money to fix it up first, and then maybe have to wait a couple of years to sell it. It would probably be easier, to sell it to a property developer. Which they did, but owing to cock ups with the paper work, there were a couple of delays, so Saint-John made another journey to get things sorted.

Everyone finally got paid 6 months later, and Saint-John managed to pay off the debts he had accrued due to his multiple journeys abroad.

He started to try to rebuild his business one more time, and things were just picking up, when he discovered, that SATAN was a sore loser, and that this ordeal, was only the beginning of what trials, SATAN had in store for him. Not only would it try his faith, but that of his wife, kids, own family and extended family, as well as the friendship of those within and without of The Church. - Would their marriage stand the test of these trials and tribulations, or would the marriage fail, like so many others have?

Chapter 5

The Pencil Pusher

It was in their fifth year, just prior to the first anniversary of Saint-John's mother's death, that SATAN threw everything he had at their marriage, trying to split them up.

That Monday, they had held their normal Family Home Evening, and daddy had read to them the book CTR BOY, which they had recently purchased from the Latter-Day Book Shop. The kids had loved learning about a boy, who accidentally broke a lamp, by playing ball indoors, but had chosen the right (CTR) and owned up.

The week was Thursday, and kids were not to long home, from attending their school, which was nearby.

Saint-John had been for a hearing test that morning, and been diagnosed with high pitched hearing loss, which resulted in him frequently misunderstanding what people were saying, or just hearing that something was being said, but unable to tell what it was, and thereby frequently ignoring people, as he didn't always realize, that they were speaking to him. So, he put on their favourite TV program, and all was quiet on the western front, or at least so he thought, and off he went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

In England, there is a saying, that Thursday's child has far to go; Yet in Saint-John's home country, Thursday's are for fame. Little did he know, how far he would have to go, or how famous he would become, albeit infamous.

He was in the middle of chopping the vegetables, when all of a sudden, he heard the most awful piercing scream imaginable, followed by the sound of the plastic piss pot bouncing on the floor. He quickly dried his hands and put down the knife and high tailed it into the living room.

He saw the potty lying upside down on the floor, and his daughter holding herself. He immediately asked her what had happened. She shouted at the top of her voice, that her brother had hit her with the potty. He looked at her face, and couldn't see any marks, and so he asked her, where he had hit her. She said there, and pointed towards her nether region.

He then asked her to sit on the sofa, and lifted her up, and asked her to show him, where she had been struck. The only thing he could see, were two parallel marks on her inner left thigh, but that was it.

He told her to relax and he would get her milk shake, but first he wanted to find out what happened, so he asked his son for his version of events, but he denied all wrong doing (as kids do). His son had been playing with his new car, that he got out of a chocolate egg that day, and could also have been the cause of the scratches, Saint-John thought; Especially if his daughter had been tormenting him by taking her brother's car, and he retaliated by hitting her with the potty, and thus, causing the car to scratch her thigh, if she had been trying to hide it between her legs to make it more difficult for him to get it back. After all, sibling rivalry is quite common, and has been for centuries.

Saint-John got them both a milk shake, and then proceeded to continue preparing dinner. Evnikia, came home about 50 minutes later.

She had not been in long, when her daughter told her that her brother, had poked her with the potty. "Poked you with the potty???", said Saint-John surprised, "I thought you said he had hit you with the potty?"

"No, he poked me with the potty", his daughter emphasized.

Saint-John then told his wife, that he had examined her, and that there were two parallel marks on her inner left thigh. His wife, a trained first aider with 20 years experience, then asked their daughter to lie down on the sofa, and let her see. Saint-John stood by and when his daughter lifted up her skirt, his heart sank. There was blood in her knickers, which hadn't been there before. "We need to take her to Accident and Emergency at the hospital, and have her checked out," said Saint-John. "No," said his wife, noting relishing the thought of a four hour wait at Shame-side A&E, "Let's phone Go To Doc first, and see what they have to say." - Go To Doc, was nearer, and would close in 2 hours time, so there was method in Evnikia's madness. - "Either way," said Saint-John, "there will be a long wait, and the kids need to eat something before we go."

Saint-John started putting dinner on the table while his wife phoned Go To Doc. As per the NHS usual standard, there was no one available to speak to (probably too eager to go home after a long day), and his wife was told, that someone would phone her back.

They had just finished dinner, when they were phoned back. Kids being kids, they of course demanded attention while mummy was on the phone, and were rather loud too; Especially the lad. He kept getting louder, the more he was asked to keep his voice down, because mummy was on the phone. In fact he was so loud, and demanded so much attention, that Saint-John couldn't hear a word of the conversation, apart from his wife having to repeat herself, that their daughter had been hit with the potty.

After the telephone conversation was over, his wife told him, that they had been told to go to the A&E. What a waste of time that was thought Saint-John. He asked if it had been someone who didn't have English as their first language. She said it sounded like it, as the lady kept saying pencil instead of potty, and she had to keep repeating it.

"Ah, probably some pencil pusher," he replied indignantly.

Upon their arrival, they didn't have to wait too long, to be seen by a triage nurse, who then amazingly enough rushed them to the paediatric ward. There everybody and his brother, came round to ask the same question, and no one seemed to want to do anything, so why the heck they were bothering coming round, they could not understand. To add insult to injury, they were asked not to use a certain lavatory, as it had just been cleaned (What sort of behaviour was this? They thought. Was it going to be placed in a flaming museum?)

In the end, they were informed, that this was being treated as a sexual assault, and that social services had been notified. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Saint-John said, expecting a thorough Crime Scene Investigation, of gathering epithelials and nail scrapings to prove their innocence, and to see if their daughter's injuries, could possibly have been self inflicted. He didn't realize, just how wrong he was, and how incompetent these people were.

The couple decided that the best course of action, since their daughter had to spend the night in hospital, was that Evnikia go home and get some spare clothes for their daughter, and fresh undergarments for Evnikia, since she would be spending the night with their daughter, and they would probably want to forensically examine their daughter's clothes.

Evnikia's parents came to pick her up, so she could do just that, and then brought her back. They also took Saint-John and his son home.

Once they were home, Saint-John's son couldn't understand what was going on, and asked his father, why his sister wasn't at home. His father told him the truth, that because the doctors weren't sure how his sister got hurt, that they had to keep her in for observation.

It was at that point, that his son, said he was sorry for hurting his sister.

Saint-John was thunderstruck, and texted his wife immediately, and she relayed the message to her daughter, who responded with: "It's too late now. He should've apologised sooner."

It would later transpire, that their son, was ready to perjure himself, just to get his sister home.

Moreover, they would also learn, that their daughter hadn't been very forthcoming, and neither one, had chosen the right, and things would only get worse and more complicated.

Chapter 6

The Out of Hours Social Worker

By the time, the doctor finally came round, their daughter was sound asleep, and he told Evnikia that they wouldn't be performing an examination at Shame-side, but that they would be transferred to the rape clinic at Our Lady of Cheap-side Hospital, where a forensic examination would be made.

Evnikia phoned her husband, to inform him about this, and he said that she should phone her place of work in the morning, as we didn't know how long it would take, or when they were going to transfer them to the other hospital, and he would take their son to nursery as normal.

The following day, he took the lad to Nursery, as normal, and spoke to the head master of the school, who told him, that he had done everything correctly. He also advised him to keep a diary of all events, as he himself, also worked as a magistrate, and knew how quickly people forget, or get muddled, and that it was better to keep a diary, and that it didn't matter how insignificant the details, were, as it would become invaluable if the case went to trial.

It would be the best advice, Saint-John had ever been given, as his great tribulation had only begun.

A couple of hours later, he got a phone call from his wife, to tell him, that he was only to take their son to school, and not collect him, that he would be collected by his grandfather.

Saint-John said: "Alright", but immediately knew, that he was under suspicion of sexually assaulting his own daughter, which he hadn't. - But things were about to get worse. If Saint-John hadn't already spoken to the headmaster at the school, who had given him advice, he might not have been so calm about everything. Also having worked in this field, as a clerk at Cornerstone, had helped as well.

For the rest of the day, Saint-John waited, not knowing what the heck was going on, except that it had been envisaged that the examination would take place between 7 and 8 p.m. that evening.

Then around the end of business, his wife phoned, and told him that she was almost out of credits, and that she had been unable to get a hold of her mother, as she had just been told, that they had to be at Our Lady of Cheap-side within the hour.

He looked at the clock, and said: "I'll phone your mum. You just get yourselves ready, and I'll phone you back."

After a couple of attempts, he managed to get a hold of her parents, and tell them of the change of plans. They had gone to refuel the car, thinking time was on their side, which now, it wasn't.

When they got there, the Social Worker, was every abrupt, and asked her why the police hadn't escorted her to the hospital? She told her, that she had only been informed an hour ago, that the examination time had been moved forward.

"That's strange," said the hospital staff, "We were told hours ago." implying that Evnikia was lying.

Evnikia was immediately asked if she was living in domestic violence, and that if she was, now, was the time to tell them. She told them the truth, that she was not living in domestic violence, quite the contrary, it was a very loving relationship.

The Social Worker, appeared disappointed with the answer. Obviously one of these cows (my apologies to the ruminants), who is of the opinion, that she only investigates criminal cases, where domestic violence is the root cause, and didn't want to admit she had made a mistake, and that all men were wife beaters.

The so called forensic examiner, was of the same ilk, she obviously considered every case, that came across her desk, to be of sexual assault, and that all the men were sexually perverted wife beaters or paedophiles.

Any investigator worth his or her salt, knows, that when you go to investigate something (doesn't matter if it is rape, murder or UFOs for that matter, that you always enter into the investigation with an open mind. You do not enter into it with preconceived ideas to prove or debunk, otherwise you are going to lose all objectivity).

The hymen was intact, and upon insertion of the camera, no indication of penetration. It was only upon extraction, that abrasions were visible. - This would later become a topic for discussion, throughout the whole case.

Swabs were taken, as well as blood samples, but no chain of custody of evidence was ever established, thus rendering said gathering of evidence, null and void, and inadmissible in court.

Even though it would exonerate Saint-John, it was useless. The work was shoddy at its best, as no other forensic evidence was gathered.

This was due to two factors:

1) It was a social services led investigation, and they were in charge, even though they didn't know their arse from their elbow regarding Crime and Accident Scene Investigation.

2) In Family Law, it is only probability that matters (not proof beyond reasonable doubt), and therefore they excuse themselves, by doing shoddy workmanship.

Because of the internal injuries (the aforementioned abrasions), It was immediately assumed, that Mr. Victrix, was the perpetrator, and would have to be evicted, or the children would be taken into foster care.

Social services love putting children into foster care, as this means, that they can get funding for overseeing those families that have children in their care.

It is also the first step, to get the children sold off, on www.BeMyParent.com to those who want children and fund their racket, through adoption fees (a legal form of human trafficking). Children from good Christian homes, being the cream of the crop, and children from dysfunctional families, being suitable for the involvement of Family Support and Family Assessment.

Chapter 7

Good Bye My Love Good Bye

After the examination of their daughter, the social worker informed Mrs. Victrix, that she would have to telephone her husband, and tell him to pack his bags and leave the house.

She found it strange, why she should be the barer of bad news, but complied, for the sake of their children.

Saint-John was gutted when he received the news. He quickly packed a ruck sack, and started phoning around, but trying to catch someone without children in on a Friday night wasn't easy.

Finally, his friend CC answered the phone. Saint-John, was actually surprised that he did, as he thought he was abroad. He learned that CC, had for some strange reason, been prompted to cut his trip short, and returned a week early, which was a blessing for Saint-John. CC was shocked at hearing the news, but hadn't forgotten how his friend had helped him out 14 years ago, when he needed help. Now his brother was in need, and it was his turn to lend a helping hand.

His wife showed up later, and he handed her the key to the house. She told him to keep it, but he said: "No, I'm not having them say, that I can return unannounced, and give them an excuse to take our kids away."

He kissed his kids and his wife good bye, who were in tears, and the poor kids, didn't understand what was happening. Daddy said, that he had to go away a while to help his friend, and that he would be back soon.

Little did Saint-John know, that this ordeal, was going to last a long time, a very l o n g time.

Then his mother and father-in-law, drove him to his friends house.

On the way, they assured him that they didn't believe for a minute, that he had done anything untoward his own daughter, and that this would soon be over.

The following day, his bishop came to see him, and assured him of the same, and asked if there was anything he could do for him.

The only thing that sprang to Saint-John's mind was: "Just make sure, that Evnikia and the kids don't want for anything."

"I can do that." He replied, and then they parted company.

Saint-John attended a local ward that week-end, even though it meant an hours walk from where he was staying.

Chapter 8

The Third Degree

That week-end, another social worker, Ms. Shadow-maker contacted his wife, and wanted to monitor the children, and later, she asked Mrs. Victrix to contact her husband to arrange for them to meet up on Monday, so that she could monitor how the children interacted with their father.

Mr. Victrix asked Ms. Shadow-maker, if she would please examine the sofas and even remove the cushions, to see if there was a possibility if there were any items stuck underneath or between the cushions, which could have caused the injuries.

Ms. Shadow-maker faithfully checked the cushions, and found a screw, which she immediately ruled out, as being able to cause the injuries. - How could she rule it out just like that. She hadn't been present at the examination at the hospital, that had been her out of hours colleague, Ms. D.K., who had come across as the most vindictive of persons, that tarred everyone with the same brush that crossed her path, or should I say, landed in her clutches, as she was determined, that she could not err, and that she only investigated cases where the woman lived in domestic violence, and the male was a sex offender and pervert.

If this had been a CSI lead investigation, they would have bagged the screw, and checked it for trace elements, e.g. epithelials etc., not to mention having used gloves, which Ms. Shadow-maker so unprofessionally did not.

His wife took the kids to Church on Sunday, as usual, where she had to inform the Bishop about the predicament, and asked him to inform the members. The Bishop declined to do it from the stand, but informed the Relief Society sisters separately, and the Elders Quorum as well. He merely said, that allegations, had been made against br. Victrix, and the matter was being investigated, and that during the investigation, he would have to attend another ward, and so it would be, until such time, as this matter would be resolved; If ever.

On the Monday at 10:00 hrs., Saint-John was to have an interview, with the police at Pumicestone P.P.I.U., and at the same time, the police paid Evnikia a visit at her home, to interview her. The reason was two fold; One, to ensure that Mr. Victrix wasn't staying there, and thereby violating the terms of the "eviction", and two, to ensure that they couldn't compare notes.

Prior to the interview, Mr. Victrix, was cautioned, and told, that he was not under arrest, and advised of his Miranda rights, at which point he was offered legal council, which he declined (a decision he would later regret, not that he was guilty or had anything to hide, but owing to how social services try and twist things around, and withhold evidence).

The questions, were similar to those that you see in the movies (for which reason, we shall refer to the detective constables as Taggart and Lewis, after the television series; If you are from the U.S., and are unfamiliar with these names, insert Dano and Kono instead, or Bony if your Australian, or whatever else you feel comfortable with), and were implying improper sexual behaviour on Mr. Victrix's part, including prying into his childhood and relationship with his brother and parents, as well as cultural, educational and vocational background.

After nearly two hours, he was asked if there was anything he would like to add to his statement, or if he had any questions. It is at this point, that they expect people either to slip up, or just be glad to get the heck out of there. To their surprise, Mr. Victrix, had a few questions for them, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

"At the hospital, there were some swabs and blood samples taken," said Saint-John, "When can we expect the result from the tests?"

"Swabs? What swabs?", said D.C. Taggart, "We weren't aware, that any swabs had been taken????"

"So!" Saint-John said, looking disgusted with the whole affair, and how the matter was being handled, "You're telling me, that there is no chain of custody of the evidence taken, and therefore, even though it would exonerate me, which it will, it is now inadmissible as evidence, owing to the incompetence of the doctor in question."

The police officers felt very uncomfortable, and were trying to compose themselves. Yet, you couldn't escape the feeling, that they were suffering from a severe case of the shoe being on the other foot, and did not like it one bit. In fact it was probably more like being caught with their pants down, and being horse whipped across their backsides.

Trying to wriggle out of the situation, the police officers then asked Mr. Victrix, if he had any further questions (in hopes that he didn't). Well, he was now on a roll, and wasn't going to let go. "Why is it," added Saint-John, "that when we were informed at the hospital, that this would be handled as a 'sexual assault', that no forensic evidence was gathered at the time? I mean, if I am being treated as a suspect, which I am, since I've been evicted from my home, in the middle of the night; Why did they not take nail scrapings from myself, my son and my wife, as well as my daughter, if only for elimination purposes?

Why wasn't CSI called in, like in any normal 'sexual assault' case? And why wasn't CSI dispatched to the house, to examine the scene of the accident, or as you are treating it, as an alleged crime scene?"

The police felt mortified. "Well, first of all Mr. Victrix, let me again state, that you are not a suspect in this case. In fact, we are quite happy with your statement. We of course have yet to interview your wife and daughter, but if they corroborate what you say, then there is no reason why you shouldn't be able to soon return to your home, and go on with your life."

Saint-John had worked too many years as both a government and local government employee, to fall for that double talk, so he reiterated his question: "That doesn't explain the incompetence in evidence gathering or accident scene investigation, albeit 'alleged crime scene' investigation, or lack thereof?"

"Hrm," said D.C. Taggart, as he cleared his throat, feeling ever so uncomfortable, "Eh, you are absolutely right Mr. Victrix, all I can tell you, is that this is a Social Services led investigation."

"Oh!", exclaimed Saint-John, "So in other words, they can mess up the investigation and peoples lives, with their rank amateurish investigation methods, which are worse than those of Agatha Christie's Miss Marple, or Jessica Fletcher out of Murder She Wrote, and get away with it, just because they are in charge of the investigation."

"Like I said Mr. Victrix," reiterated D.C. Taggart, who was now regretting ever having started the interview, and wished Mr. Victrix would just conclude his queries and go away, "this is a Social Services led investigation. Do you have any other questions for us? (Hoping he didn't)."

"Yes," said Saint-John. D.C. Taggart was dismayed. He'd hoped there wouldn't be any more questions, but he politely responded with: "Yes, if I can answer them?"

"Go to Doc, apparently made allegations against my wife, that she had mentioned my daughter having been poked with a pencil. I was there, and did not hear here ever mentioning a pencil. I do however recall her having to repeat herself a number of times, which may have been to our children being fractious, as it was passed their bed time, or simply because English wasn't that persons first language. After all, it English comprehension, doesn't seem to be pre-requisite for people of the so called ethnic minorities, and by that I mean, blacks, Asians and Muslims. I should be classed as an ethnic minority, owing to my background, but I'm required to speak the language. Heck, based on the number of those people in this country, even the English are an ethnic minority in their own country. I should like to ask you, if you have checked the recording of said conversation? After all, there should be one, for 'quality and training purposes'?" he added as a snide remark.

"Well!" D.C. Taggart answered, "like I said, this is a Social Services led investigation, and we will take on board your request." Hoping he would now go away, but Saint-John wasn't quite finished yet.

"I just hope it will be done sooner, rather than later, or is it maybe Social Services intention to drag their feet, until such time as the recording has been erased? After all, these recordings aren't stored that long. I know, that if this had been a fire, and security cameras involved, you would have been demanding copies very soon, while the evidence was still available. As the three of us know, the longer you wait, the more likely it is that the evidence will have been erased or even compromised, just like the evidence at the hospital." said Mr. Victrix.

"Yes," said D.C. Taggart, "We shall definitely take it on board as I said."

"Thank you for that," replied Mr. Victrix.

"Was there anything else?" asked D.C. Taggart.

"No," said Mr. Victrix, to the constables' relief.

"Well, thank you for coming here in today, Mr. Victrix." said D.C. Taggart.

"Thank you," said Saint-John.

"My colleague will see you out," added D.C. Taggart.

And with that, Mr. Victrix left the building.

After lunch that day, they interviewed his wife, and also conducted a Memorandum Interview with his daughter, both of which corroborated Mr. Victrix's statement of the course of events. His wife also reiterated the request to have the recording examined, as she had earlier that morning with the police officers, that had been round in the morning.

Chapter 9

Family Home Evening

That Monday, another social worker contacted his wife, and informed her, the she wanted to meet up with them at their home, and observe how the children interacted with their father.

Saint-John decided, that he wasn't going to put on a show for the social worker, and that they would do what they normally did on a Monday evening; i.e. hold family home evening.

Saint-John, had intended to read to the kids, the story "NOT EVEN ONCE", as a follow-up to the story "CTR BOY",from the previous family home evening.

This evening's story, was also about choosing the right, but with the addition, of teaching the principle, that it was not alright, to choose the wrong, e.g. by lying or stealing, not even once.

Afterwards, the he social worker asked, if they had any objections to her observing the children at play at school, to which Saint-John and Evnikia had no objection.

When asked how long this sort of assessment would take, Ms. Shadow-maker, said that was impossible to say, but they endeavoured to re-unite families as quickly as possible, and then put her hands and knees together, placed her clasped hands on top of her lap, and then said: "We are first and foremost a safeguarding organisation", as she gave a sickly hollow and synthetic smile and flashed her eye-lids, as if trying to instil confidence in them in what she was saying.

"Yeah, right," Saint-John thought, but her body language told another story. - Saint-John, didn't believe her for a minute, he had worked in this field, as a clerk, typing up reports for Family Assessors and Family Support Workers, and knew that these matters could quite easily take 8 weeks or more.

Saint-John then helped make dinner as normal, and helped feed the kids, and then said his good-byes.

Although they had nothing to hide, and new that the kids were excellent pupils. They couldn't let go the feeling, that Ms. Shadow-maker, was a shady character, and was planning something underhanded behind their backs. Even to the extent of stabbing them in their backs.

His friend had already spoken to a friend of his, that assisted people in dealing with social services of various local authorities in the area, and had told CC and Saint-John, that Shame-side had the worst reputation, and would try and drag matters out for the sake of getting funding. In fact, they jumped on cases that came across their table in the autumn, as they were prime targets, to try and get increased funding for the next financial year; Especially if they concerned Caucasian Christians, as they were easier targets than those of a different religious persuasion or ethnic origin. Put differently, had Saint-John been black, Muslim or of Asian extraction, he would probably not have been kicked out of the house, or could at least expect to be home very soon.

Ms. Shadow-maker, said it would be alright for Saint-John to visit his kids, provided his mother-in-law was present to 'supervise' the visit. - "Why weren't Social Services going to supervise the visits themselves?" thought Saint-John, "Something was rotten in the state of Denmark."

Chapter 10

Observation at the Awesome School

That week, Ms. Shady Shadow-maker, visited the Awesome School to carry out her observations of the children. Ms. Shadow-maker also interviewed the teachers, who couldn't praise the children enough, and also mentioned how diligent father was at bringing the children to school on time, and taking part in everything concerning the children.

When Ms. Shadow-maker observed their lad, he was quite happy playing, and when she asked him about something that was wrong, he replied that it wasn't alright; not even once. She had to admit, that the family's endeavours to teach the children the difference between right and wrong worked. - Much to her dismay, as she wanted to prove them unfit, so she could at least have them subjected to one of social services courses (which they are so eager to promote, as they seem to think everybody is incompetent), but preferably take the kids off them, and put them up for adoption on http://www.BeMyParent.com so the local council could make money in the form of adoption fees, and to try and save face, especially after all the bad publicity in the news regarding Rotherham and Rochdale (both of which regarded the sexual abuse and grooming, by those of Asian extraction).

Ms. Shadow-maker then went to observe the Victrix's daughter and speak to her teachers. To Ms. Shadow-maker's chagrin, her teachers praised her as well, in fact, she was told, that the girl was one of only three, that was on phonics phase II, when the rest were still struggling with phonics phase I.

She then monitored her behaviour at play, and noticed all was well (which she found very annoying). When she asked her about the accident, the Victrix's daughter appeared embarrassed, and then told Ms. Shadow-maker that she didn't want to talk about it any more, which Ms. Shadow-maker made a note of in her notes.

During Ms. Shadow-maker's next visit, Saint-John would be privy to seeing these notes, but he knew from having worked at Cornerstone, that those with social work training, were trained in 'making notes of convenience', i.e. he had been told by a work colleague, that if he wanted to train for social work, he would have to learn to withhold the truth for the convenience of the local authority, or he would lose his job. This didn't sit well with Saint-John, as his religion had taught him to be honest in his dealings with his fellow man, and this would be considered being dishonest in your dealings with your fellow man, and not in line with The Articles of Faith, but those with social work training, seemed to have lower standards, so he was glad in a way, when he had been dismissed owing to cut backs.

He would also learn, that Ms. Shady Shadow-maker, actually enjoyed twisting the facts round to suit her own needs, and would fill her reports, with misrepresentation of the truth, innuendos and suppositions, and top it off with omissions, so as to make things look worse.

No wonder Shame-side council was hated so much. He would also learn, that because he was not of an ethnic minority, he was not subject to things having to be politically correct, in fact, he would be a target, for them to try and save face due to all the media hype regarding Rotherham and Rochdale.

Chapter 11

Criminal Record Check

After Saint-John had been allowed a couple of visits with his children in their home, which were supervised by his mother-in-law, Ms. Shady Shadow-maker, contacted Evnikia and asked her to arrange for Saint-John to be present at their home, so that they could converse.

That day, Ms. Shadow-maker related to them the results, of her visit at the Awesome school. Saint-John found her waffling a lot, and just wasting time. In fact, he considered her both a time waster, as well as being a waste of space, and a nasty piece of work.

After listening to her pontificate, for what appeared to be forever, he had finally had enough; Especially, since the report kept referring to the stupid pencil, which there was no grounds for, and he asked her point blank: "Both I and my wife have mentioned to the police, on at least three occasions, that we refute this about the pigging pencil, and demand that the recording be investigated, and that we get to see a transcription of it. Will you be subpoenaing a transcription of the recording, or are you trying to drag your feet till the recording will be deleted?"

Ms. Shady Shadow-maker, didn't appreciate Saint-John being so direct, especially when he was right. She was avoiding clearing their names by having the recording examined, not to mention the expense of having it transcribed, as it would shorten the period they had with the case, and reduce the likelihood, of them getting extra funding for the next year. In the end, she almost chocked on the humble pie, and said:"Yes, we have found, that it will be necessary to have the police listen to the recording. - "Finally," Saint-John thought, "a straight flaming answer for a change. About flaming time too. "He hadn't had the privilege, albeit misfortune, of meeting the out of hours social worker D.K., a.k.a. the Cagey Queen, so he really didn't know who was worse, but one thing was certain, they were both nasty piece of work and out for blood.

"When can we expect to hear the results, regarding the recording?" asked Saint-John.

Ms. Shadow-maker became very evasive, as she really hadn't had any intention of having the recording checked, but now she was painted into a corner, so she tried to buy herself time, by saying:"Well, there is an inter-agency meeting envisaged for the 5th. November, where we expect the police to show up with a transcript of the recording."

"Will we be invited to attend?", asked Mr. Victrix.

"No," replied Ms. Shadow-maker, now feeling very uneasy, "It's only for the relevant agencies, that is to say: Social Services, The Police, The Representative from your kids school, The Health Visitor, and the doctor who performed the examination at Our Lady of Cheap-side Hospital."

"So," said Saint-John rather indignantly, "We won't be given an opportunity to defend ourselves."

Ms. Shadow-maker didn't like the tone of his voice, let alone, the fact that he was absolutely correct. "You will be given an opportunity to make comments, at the Child Protection Conference, which will be held sometime after the inter-agency meeting." said Ms. Shadow-maker.

"And when do you envisage that meeting to be held?" queried Saint-John.

Ms. Shadow-maker started feeling more and more uncomfortable. Mr. Victrix knew far too much about the inner workings of Social Services, and Shady felt that she was losing the strangle hold grip, that she was used to have people in. Put differently, this control freak, didn't like not being in control. She then reluctantly replied:"I'll have to get back to you on that one, as it depends on when the agencies have time available, and when the venue will be available, but we aim to reunite families as soon as possible." she said with that sickly pretentious smile of hers. In other words, she was lying through the skin of her teeth, by telling half truths or truths by omission, i.e. she was telling the truth about the agencies having to agree on when they would be available, as well as the venue, but telling a bare faced lie, as regarded aiming to reunite families as soon as possible.

On the 5th. November Saint-John called D.C. Taggart, at Pumicestone P.P.I.U., and found out, that the police hadn't even listened to the recording, and complained about it. The response he got from them, was:"As I said before, Mr. Victrix, this is a Social Services led investigation." - "Yeah!" thought Saint-John to himself, "another term for total cluster muck (a very polite version of the American English equivalent of an exceedingly nebulous situation)".

Saint-John quickly gave his wife a call, and gave her the update, and asked her to phone the social worker, since she had the telephone number for her. She offered to give it to him, but he declined, on the grounds, that he wasn't sure if he would be able to be polite, based on his emotions running rather high, due to the injustice they were being subjected to. His wife conceded, and telephoned Ms. Shadow-maker, who reluctantly had to give Mrs. Victrix double talk, and say, that the police would be bringing the transcript with them to the meeting.

Mrs. Victrix, then telephoned her husband, and told him what Ms. Shadow-maker had said. Mr. Victrix was not impressed.

After a couple of more visits to see his kids, supervised by his mother-in-law, the Ms. Shadow-maker, contacted his wife, to have her arrange to have Mr. Victrix, rendezvous at their home, so she could speak to them.

As usual, there was nothing but a lot of hot air, that came from Ms. Shadow-maker. It wasn't until, Mr. Victrix pressed Ms. Shadow-maker for the third time, that Shady finally conceded in admitting, that the recording had indeed revealed, that Mrs. Victrix had never mentioned a pencil, and that it had been the misunderstanding of the medical staff. - Why was Shady, being so cagey about the whole affair? She was hiding something, but he and his wife, just couldn't put their finger on it.

To their utter amazement, Ms. Shadow-maker, said, that the police were satisfied, that nothing untoward had happened, and that they were willing to close the case. - Although Saint-John and his wife, felt a certain sense of relief, based on Shady having a face like a flaming fiddle, they couldn't help the feeling there was a 'but' coming.

Sure enough, the 'but' came. It came in the form of:"It's just that we don't have a Criminal Record Bureau check on you, and we would just like to examine all avenues, to fulfil all the criteria." - Put differently, an excuse to drag it out.

To Ms. Shadow-maker's surprise, Mr. Victrix had a CRB check. Ms. Shadow-maker didn't like that one bit, and queried what he was doing with a CRB check. He replied, that it was necessary in his profession. She then wanted to be able to drag things out, and said it had to be more recent, and said they would have to have the police run a check on him. So he gave her his previous addresses.

These showed a clean background. This didn't suit SS's needs (to try and take the kids off them), so they then said that they also needed to check Scotland, so again he gave them the addresses he had resided at while being employed there. This check also showed him to have a clean background. So then they added to their requirement, that they didn't know anything regarding his place of birth. They were unable to obtain the details owing to the data protection act.

Then to their dismay, during one of Ms. Shadow-maker visits, their daughter had flashed her knickers (like children do), it was something she was copying of a girl in her class, but Ms. Shadow-maker used this as ammunition against the Victrix family, and said that she had intended on closing the file, but this was a clear sign of sexual abuse.

At the next core group meeting, SS wanted to change the agreement, and Mr. Victrix said, that he wasn't going to sign it, as he was going abroad to attend to tax matters regarding his mother's estate, and that he would use the opportunity, and obtain a CRB check at the same time. However, he wouldn't be returning to Pumicestone, as he couldn't get a place to stay. This displeased SS, who had to concede that they weren't in charge of Saint-John's life.

They were even more displeased, that Mr. Victrix, challenged their assessment of his daughter's so called 'sexualised behaviour', and said that his training at Cornerstone and in triple 'P' (The Perfect Parenting Program), showed this was normal, furthermore, he knew for a fact, that their daughter had last year picked up bad habits, and that he and his wife had requested, that the two girls (i.e. his daughter and the girl whose habits she had picked up) be separated. She soon discontinued the behaviour. He then stipulated, that the same held true on this occasion, and told the representative of the Awesome school, who it was. The representative denied all knowledge of anyone by that name being in their daughter's class. - This was probably due to the fact, that the child was of an Asian extraction, and it wouldn't be 'politically correct' to 'rock the boat'.

Upon his return to the U.K., he mailed a copy of the CRB check to the police c/o D.C. Taggart, as well as one to his wife, for her to give Ms. Shadow-maker.

When Ms. Shadow-maker saw that the CRB check showed Mr. Victrix to have a clean background, not so much as a parking ticket, she was very displeased, and just replied to Mrs. Victrix: "Thank you." even though she didn't really mean it, as she was hoping to dig up some dirt, to be able to drag the case out. She concluded the visit, by informing Mrs. Victrix of the date of the Child Protection Conference, which was going to be in the beginning of December.

Could it really be, that Saint-John would be able to sing:"I'll be home for Christmas..."? Or would SS throw a SABO in the works, and thereby sabotage their Christmas holidays, as they had ruined all the other school holidays, including Halloween, as the kids liked daddy dressing up with them.

Ms. Shadow-maker, told Mrs. Victrix, that they would be eligible to free legal council, as Social Services were involved, and suggested to them, that they get themselves solicitors, for when the case would go to court.

That was ominous. In one breath she speaks of trying to reunite families as soon as possible, and in the next, they are taking us to court.

Saint-John came back to Pumicestone, and met up with his wife, to get a local solicitor; Why didn't he just get one where he was staying, since Legal Aid were going to pay for it? It was because the laws on the other side of the border were different.

They were quickly told, that they would require separate solicitors, as else, it would be presumed, that Mrs. Victrix considered Mr. Victrix not guilty, and that if the case went south, that if they had the same solicitor, it would look as if Mrs. Victrix had been covering up his actions (even if he hadn't done anything), and she would lose the kids.

The solicitor then said that if they wanted to avoid going to court, Mr. Victrix could agree to undergo therapy, to 'possibly' be allowed back into the home. - This Mr. Victrix said, wasn't an option, to plead guilty to something he hadn't done, and then be branded a paedophile for the rest of his life, and most likely lose his kids.

The solicitor then saw, that Mr. Victrix was adamant in defending his case, and then said the other option was, for them to get divorced, so that S.S., would drop the case. They told him, that they considered marriage a sacrament, which it is, and that it was sacred as they vows they had given each other on their wedding day.

The solicitor then wanted to speak to Mrs. Victrix, to see if she would say the same thing, without Mr. Victrix present, as well as to gauge her faith in her husbands fidelity etc.

Afterwards the solicitor said, that irrespective of the older allegations, which had no bearing on the case, even though, S.S. were trying to make it an issue, this was still a single issue case.

Saint-John would now have to find a solicitor for himself, which he did. This solicitor also told him, that this would be a single issue case.

He was then told, to send them all the documents he had, and they would let him know, once they had received the documents filed with the courts.

Chapter 12

Child Protection Conference

After the change in the agreement, Saint-John had no longer been allowed to visit his kids with his mother-in-law supervising, but had to have a social worker present, to make observations. He was a bit surprised why this hadn't been implemented before, but now, since he wasn't even living in the same town, he wasn't able to visit them, and only allowed to speak to them over the telephone, provided the telephone was set on speaker phone; But this would soon change too.

The Child Protection Conference took place in December, at Shame-side Safeguarding Children Board, as scheduled. Present, were: 3 from Social Services i.e. Ms. Shady Shadow-maker, Ms. Busty Big-bottom, and Ms. Du Sant; D.C. Big-belly from Shame-side police; the kids health visitor; Ms. A. Licker from the kids School; The Chairman and Secretary from Child Protection, Dr. Du Sant, who performed the examination at Our Lady of Cheap-side Hospital; and finally Mr. and Mrs. Victrix and her mother.

The Chairman started the meeting by welcoming everybody, and then going round the table making having everyone introduce themselves, and then S.S. started the charades, with their report, which was filled with misrepresentations of the truth, innuendos and suppositions. In fact their report started on mentioning the flaming pencil once more, and buried on page two, was a mention of the fact, that the police had uncovered, that it was the medical profession, that had mentioned it, and not Mrs. Victrix. However, it was done in such a fashion, that it was only in passing, so that one hardly noticed that fact.

Then they mentioned the story of Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka, which had been blown out of all proportion, and it was mentioned three times, as if it were of great importance to the case, with their lying background, only mentioned once, and then only in passing. Just like all social workers are trained to do; i.e. making a case out of nothing.

The report went on to state, that Mr. Victrix was unemployed, even though the health visitors report clearly stated, that he was self-employed. The truth of the matter was, that having been evicted, Mr. Victrix, was unable to work from home, as he had no home to work from. So, if S.S., would have been honest in their dealings with their fellow man (which they are not), they would have put, that Mr. Victrix was made unemployed, by having been evicted from the Victrix's home.

Dr. Du Sant's report was no better, as she was on the war path since Mr. Victrix had e-mailed the hospital, complaining about the lack of gathering of exonerating forensic evidence, and the measurements of their daughters height, as Shame-side Hospital had measured her height twice, and come to the results of: 109.0 cm and 109.5 cm, but at Our Lady of Cheap-side Hospital, Dr. Du Sant, had measured their daughter as 111.0 cm; She hated having her competence and work being questioned. - With a smug face, she presented her report, with an amended figure, of 110 cm.

Dr. Du Sant's report also mentioned, that that the internal abrasions, could not be attributed to the potty, but would have to have been by straddling the potty or from a digital penetration (albeit foreign object), and then she gave her smug smile as if to say:"I've got you now. This is what you get for calling my work into question, white boy." (You see, Dr. Du Sant, was of Asian extraction), S.S. shared her sentiments.

When Mr. Victrix mentioned, that his daughter had mentioned during one of his visits, with his mother-in-law present, that she was sorry for having lied, that her brother had not hit or poked her with the potty, but that she had in fact, been bouncing on the sofa, and as she landed on the floor, tripped over the potty, and straddled it.

Because Mr. Victrix had used the words, straddle, as in the report, Dr. Du Sant, got irate, and said:"NO! It would have to have been digital."

Mr. Victrix then proceeded to elaborate, that he had told his daughter, that it didn't account for her internal injuries. It was at that point, that his daughter had indicated, that she had landed with her hands in cupping shape, owing to the forward motion, and thus penetrating her vagina.

Because Mr. Victrix had implied self inflicted penetration, as was a possibility, hinted at in the report, Dr. Du Sant, got even more irate, and said:"NO! It would have to have been straddled."

"Oh!, you mean like she described first." Mr. Victrix reiterated.

"NO! It would have to have been digital." repeated Dr. Du Sant.

"Like when she landed on the potty with her hands in cupping shape?" said Mr. Victrix, repeating himself.

"NO! It would have to have been straddled." said Dr. Du Sant, now going around in circles, and then following up with the worlds most stupid comment of:"Besides, she wouldn't do that, as it is too painful."

The chairman, was pleased with the dilemma, and decided to muddy the waters even further, by adding his stupid 2p worth with the inane comment:"We may never know what really happened."

For some reason, Mr. Victrix declined to mention, that he had learned, that during the examination of his daughter by Dr. Du Sant, at Our Lady of Cheap-side Hospital, that no abrasions were visible during the examination while the camera was going up the vagina, to see if the hymen was intact, which it was, but only upon retraction, going down the vagina, which had caused his daughter to haemorrhage slightly.

When it was the police's turn, for some mysterious reason, they requested a confidentiality slot, which meant the Victrix's had to vacate the meeting room, while they presented their report. - The problem was, that D.C. Big-belly, had nothing to do with the case, but was only given the paperwork, an hour prior to the meeting. Hence he had no in-depth knowledge of the case.

Mr. and Mrs. Victrix exited the meeting room, and while they were outside waiting to be allowed back in, they discussed, that it was obvious, from S.S's attitude, and from their introduction of Ms. Du Sant, as taking over the case from Ms. Shady Shadow-maker, that they had no intention of letting this case go, irrespective of having said, that they would normally follow the majority vote. In fact, they were certain, that they intended to frame Mr. Victrix, as they couldn't stand having to admit that they had got it wrong.

Upon being invited in again, they could tell, that something was a foot. Even though Mr. and Mrs. Victrix presented a strong case, the chairman, who was supposed to be neutral (and was no more unbiased than flying in the air), said: "We may never know what really happened." - Put differently, irrespective of the evidence, it was going to be disregarded, as it didn't suit them to let it go. Quite the contrary, they could get funding by dragging their feet and dragging the case out.

Then came the back stabbing move from Ms. Shadow-maker, she suggested, that both children be considered in danger, and be placed on a child protection plan. Moreover, that Mr. Victrix would no longer be allowed to speak to his children via telephone, Skype or correspondence of any kind, and only allowed to visit them at a contact centre for one hour. She then concluded, with the statement, that the council would be taking this matter to court.

Saint-John had caught wind of this decision of S.S., and had made provisions, by sending his wife and kids, their Christmas and birthday cards and presents in advance.

For some mysterious reason, those present, agreed unanimously, and Dr. Du Sant, gave a smug smile, as did Ms. Shady Shadow-maker and her cohorts.

Saint-John's heart sank, as did his wife's and that of his mother-in-law.

It was at this point, that Mrs. Victrix, decided to reveal the ace up her sleeve. She informed S.S., that she was taking the children out of the Awesome school, and taking them to her own place of work.

S.S. had originally protested, saying this would cause a great upheaval in the children's lives (as if what had already transpired hadn't), and they had said in November, that they could arrange with the Awesome school, that the lad could have a full time place at nursery (This had made Saint-John laugh. S.S., hadn't a clue about the council's own policy, i.e. they didn't offer full time nursery places in Shame-side);

It was as pathetic, as when the health visitor had said, that Mr. Victrix could speak to the housing office to arrange accommodation in Shame-side. Again the those working for the council, weren't even acquainted with the council's policies, i.e., that the council was no longer in possession of accommodations, and that the sole purpose of the office, was to only monitor who offered accommodation, and at what rate and if it met the council's prerequisites for accommodation of said nature. - The flaming right hand didn't know what the left hand was doing.

As S.S., tried to protest to Mrs. Victrix's suggestion of moving the children to another educational institution, she informed them, that arrangements had already been made. This shocked all present, but they couldn't interfere, as it was within the parents legal right to do so.

Furthermore, it suited Mrs. Victrix, to have the children at her place of employment, as it meant, that the children would accompany her to work, instead of her having to take time off from work to drop the kids off at the Awesome school, then go to work, use her lunch hour to pick up her son, and put him either into day care, or in nursery at her school, and then leave work early to pick up her daughter from the Awesome school.

This argument, meant, that S.S., had no counter argument. In addition, this would alleviate the children's fears, of being left at the Awesome school, and maybe mummy wouldn't pick them up, just like daddy had dropped his son of, and then left their home.

What S.S., hated most of all, was that Mrs. Victrix worked for another educational authority, and this meant, that if S.S., wanted to try and pull a fast one, that they would have to go through another local authority, and they might not look so favourably on what Shame-side was trying to do, as they would demand, all the information, including that, which they had withheld from the Victrix's at this Child Protection Conference;

\- But this would surface at a later date.

As they were leaving the building, Mrs. Victrix started crying, and Dr. Du Sant passed them, with a smug smile, and took pleasure in seeing them hurt. She was a nasty piece of work, that definitely was convinced, that she only investigated victims of criminal activities, and there were no 'accident victims'.

Evnikia drove her husband to the bus station, where he got the bus for the coach station, and be incommunicado till The Review Conference, which was envisaged in January.

On the way, they discussed, that it would be necessary for both to seek legal council, since they would be entitled to legal aid, as S.S., was involved. - Mr. Victrix now regretted not having asked for legal council at the time of his interview at Pumicestone Police Station, when D.C. Taggart had offered him a solicitor.

Evnikia too would have to get herself a separate solicitor, the reasons of which would become clear later.

Christmas and New Years Celebrations had been ruined, thanks to S.S's tactics, and they were proud of themselves for having done so.

Also, they were dragging it out, as no papers had been filed, with the courts, as of yet.

Chapter 13

Review Conference

After ruining the Christmas and New Years Celebration for the Victrix family, and taking great pleasure in doing so, it was time for The Review Conference, which was held at Shame-side Safeguarding Children Board, in January for the purpose of trying to tighten the screws even more, and to see if they could not possibly inflict even further pain upon the family, even possibly bring them to the brink of divorce, so that S.S., didn't have to try and prove their case in court.

The change in the agreement, meant, that Saint-John couldn't visit with his kids, if he were passing through town, which he most certainly would not be doing, yet S.S., had been pestering him repeatedly to try and make arrangements for him to contact the children at a contact centre, knowing full well it would cost him a minimum of £200 and three days of travel, i.e. 1 day down to Pumicestone, the day of the visit, and 1 day back up again.

So pushy had they been, that they had even expected Saint-John to make his way south of the border, to attend the core group meeting last December, which he had declined.

As it turned out, the Core Group Meeting had been held at Evnikia's place of work, and lasted less than 20 m, with the social worker Ms. Du Sant, arriving 10 m, late, and the health visitor arriving after the meeting had concluded.

Besides, Saint-John had still not forgotten how Ms. Du Sant, had violated the data protection act in October, when she had, according to her own words, 'mistakenly', telephoned his mother-in-law's house, instead of Evnikia's, where Alnilam had answered the phone.

Alnilam said, that she had been asked if it was Evnikia, to which she maintained, she had replied:"No, it's Alnilam.". but that Ms. Du Sant, had kept on speaking to her, as if she was Evnikia, and she had repeatedly had to inform Ms. Du Sant, that she was speaking to Alnilam and not Evnikia.

Ms. Du Sant, however, stipulated, that she had almost immediately learned of her error, and concluded the conversation.

Alnilam's mother, Llangaia, had once tried to pull a stunt like this on Saint-John, when he was dating Evnikia, by answering Evnikia's telephone, and pretended to be Evnikia, to try and see if she could learn something of their relationship, but Saint-John hadn't fallen for it, which really annoyed her.

Although Alnilam and her mother Llangaia had similar voices and the same gutter trash language and deplorable grammar, you could not mistake, Alnilam for Evnikia, as the latter had more refined language and grammar. Not to mention, that their voices didn't sound the same at all, even over the telephone.

Therefore, Mr. Victrix, gave Ms. Du Sant, the benefit of the doubt; However, it didn't justify her violation of the data protection act, nor did it make up for the rumour, circulated by Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka, about Saint-John having raped his own daughter. This they had told their mother, Llangaia and her pillow partner Himi, who both, being excommunicated members of The Church, revelled in the rumour, and spread it liberally.

In fact, they went so far, as to telephone Evnikia's mother, and say to her, that when the courts were finished with Saint-John, that the police would come to their home and arrest Saint-John, and throw him in prison, and he would be branded a paedophile, and never be allowed to see his kids again.

What they didn't know, was, that Saint-John, had already written letters to his Embassy, The General Medical Council, as well as The Prime Minister, and complained about how this matter had been, and was being handled, how deplorable the investigation methods had been, as well as the short comings of the new family law, passed in 2014.

He had also planned letters pressing charges against S.S., detailing their dereliction of duty, as well as those of Dr. Du Sant et. al. - Little did Saint-John know, that these two letters, which he would send, after this review conference, would result in the police closing the case, to avoid a very large can of worms to be opened up.

By this time Saint-John's Embassy had requested he keep them informed about the development.

Saint-John and Evnikia met up with her mother, and the three of them travelled together to the meeting.

At the meeting, again they went round the table with introductions, and on this occasion, the representatives from the school had changed, as they were from Evnikia's place of employment, and the police had sent their apologies (surprise surprise).

This time Mr. Victrix wasn't pulling any punches, in fact, he was on the war path. He attacked Ms. Du Sant's report, firstly for mentioning that flaming pencil in the first few lines, that it was a misrepresentation of truth, as it had been proven, that a pencil, and that a pencil had never been used.

Then he methodically ripped S.S's report to shreds as well as their previous report. He then went on to mention Ms. Du Sant's violation of the data protection act, and said that he was going to press charges on that basis, and that he would be seeking damages for the resultant slander. He even had a go at them for persecuting him with phone calls, trying to make him look bad, when they knew damn well fine, that he couldn't financially make it to Pumicestone, to visit with his kids at a contact centre for 1 h, just to fulfil their 'box ticking exercises'. - They didn't appreciate him calling it 'box ticking exercises', but couldn't afford to do anything but eat humble pie.

The Chairman was now on the defensive, and wanted to quickly conclude the meeting. So much so, that after the meeting, he would instruct the legal team to submit the paperwork to the courts. The panic in getting the paperwork through, would be their Achilles heel and undoing, as well as the fact, that they really didn't have a case.

Now the shoe was on the other foot. S.S., were now kissing Saint-John's arse, and they told him that they had even arranged for him to see his kids at 16:30 hrs. He said, that he was unable to take them up on the offer, as his coach left at 17:00, but, that if they were willing to bring the visit forward, he would be willing to make the effort.

He was in fact dying to see his kids, especially since tomorrow was his daughter's birthday, and having cried many tears over Christmas and New Year, so many in fact, he could've floated a battle ship, but he wasn't going to make life easy for them.

The representatives from the school, said, that they would allow the kids to have 'compassionate leave', considering the circumstances. \- This is something Saint-John would never forget, and he and his wife appreciated more than words could say.

Evnikia dropped Saint-John in Tontine, so he could grab a bite to eat, before the supervised visit at the contact centre.

Saint-John went to the O.K. Café, and had a cheap lunch. Then he walked round the town he had once lived in, and discovered, that many changes had taken place since he was last there (He didn't frequent the place, simply because he had lived there, when he was in a bad relationship, and working with his friend CC). Mind you, he didn't visit it that often, now that he was married, with two kids and living in Pumicestone.

Saint-John bought a couple of books for the kids to read, as well as some chocolate buttons. He arrived early, so that they couldn't say that he was late. Mind you, S.S., had never been on time, not even the last time he had been at that building, which was last November for the Core Group Meeting, which was late in starting, as the room had been double booked, and the preceding group, had no respect for other peoples time. Simply put. They couldn't organize a flea hunt in a dog kennel, or as his old work colleagues used to say, 'a piss up in a brewery'.

Saint-John sat in a corner to the right of the entrance, so his kids wouldn't see him immediately when they came in. He heard their voices, as they arrived. His wife hadn't told them why they were there. As far as they were concerned, mummy was just going to one of her boring meetings.

The kids sort of looked around, and his daughter did look towards her father, as did his son. Then she looked at him a second time, and Saint-John couldn't help but smile. "My, how they had grown," he thought, "I can't even go to my own daughter's birthday party tomorrow." - and then she glanced at her father for the third time, and said quite puzzled: "Daddy??? Daddy?", now with more excitement in her voice.

"Yes, it's daddy." Saint-John responded.

"DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's DADDY!!!!! MUMMY!!! MUMMY!!! IT'S DADDY!!!!", his daughter exclaimed, overjoyed and overwhelmed.

His son immediately turned round, and saw his father and also yelled: "DADDY, DADDY!!!!"

They both ran to their father, and gave him a big bear hug. Tears rolled down everyone's eyes.

How could S.S., after all their observations, conclude, that anything untoward had happened, since this was the reaction the kids displayed each time they saw their father, and then cried upon him having to leave. All of Saint-John's training in triple P, as well as The Church's Strengthening The Family program, told him this kind of behaviour was contrary to said allegations, and what was worse, S.S. knew it, but they just couldn't admit that they had got it wrong.

Ms. Du Sant, said to them, that their room was ready, that they had best go there, as they only had the room for an hour. It was amazing, that when it was their turn, to have a room, they had to be careful of the time, but it was alright to keep them waiting.

What S.S. hadn't realized, was that they had let the name of the next party slip, and they were of the so called ethnic minority; Hence the importance of respecting the time slot.

The kids were very excited, and daddy read them a book, but they were so overjoyed and overwhelmed at seeing daddy again, that they also wanted to play with all the toys, that were there.

Evnikia wasn't sure, if the room would have toys, as that room isn't always available, so she had brought along some of the toys the kids had got for Christmas. They showed daddy what they had got, but also were showing him how nicely they could play together, and wanted daddy to join in. They also used daddy as their biggest toy as normal, by driving the cars all over him, having the dolls chat to daddy, as well as climb all over daddy.

They only briefly looked at the books daddy had bought, as they were more taken with having daddy, but when he produced the chocolate buttons, they each took their packets, and ripped them open, and the buttons went flying, but they soon scoffed them up.

Ms. Du Sant, faithfully took notes of the contact, and couldn't find anything wrong, which seemed to disappoint her considerably.

All too soon, the visit was over. The kids were told, that daddy had to go back. "But we want you to come home." his daughter said. "Yeah! We want you to come home daddy." his son echoed.

"I want to come home too," said Saint-John, trying to hold back the tears, "but I'm not allowed to yet. But I hope it won't be long."

Saint-John walked his wife, kids and mother-in-law to his wife's car, where his wife in tears, and his daughter crying out loud, that she wanted daddy home. She knew now, that daddy would not be home for her 5th birthday tomorrow, and that hurt.

He then walked over to the left side of the car, strapped his daughter into the child safety seat, and gave her a kiss, which she rejected.

Then he proceeded over to the right hand side of the car, and strapped his son in his child safety seat, but he sat there with a face like fiddle, absolutely miffed, that daddy wasn't allowed back home.

Why the heck were they allowed to see daddy at all, appeared to be what was going through their minds. It was so unfair, to the kids, as well as the parents. They weren't the only ones thinking that. This was why Saint-John didn't like this contact centre business.

Alas he gave his mother-in-law a hug and thanked her for her support, and then he went to his wife and they cried as they kissed and said their good-byes.

Saint-John then walked towards Main Street to catch the bus to City Centre. Once he reached the City Centre, he popped past the hotel he had been staying at, where he collected his luggage, and then he proceeded to Stand G at the Bus Station to catch his coach, to go back north.

The image of his kids crying still fresh in his mind, and the bitter sweet taste of the contact in his mouth. He'd like nothing more than to see all the staff at S.S. burn and rot in hell, as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Chapter 14

Order in the Court

After ruining their daughter's birthday, and other occasions, it was finally time to get ready for court.

Saint-John was still fuming, after learning, that Evnikia had invited Llangaia, Himi and that bastard kid of theirs (after all he was both conceived and born out of wedlock), along with the terrible trio, The Twists (Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka) to their daughter's birthday. - He felt betrayed; It was as if she had been sleeping with the enemy, or at least consorting with the enemy.

After all, they had done nothing but slander Saint-John, by spreading viscous rumours, that he had raped his own daughter, Mintaka threatening to charge his own aunt, Evnikia, for assault, when she hadn't done anything, including Himi and Llangaia, spreading rumours, that as soon as the court case was over, that the police would be round, and arrest Saint-John.

Although Saint-John had been contacted by his solicitor, who had e-mailed him some of the court documents, which his wife was not in receipt of, so he copied them and snail mailed them to her. He then made his comments and e-mailed a signed statement to his solicitor.

He then learned from his wife, when the court would be, and more importantly when. His solicitor, had omitted that sheet. It was as if he didn't want his client there. Saint-John couldn't escape having that feeling again, that something rotten was in the state of Denmark.

He e-mailed his solicitor, and complained about not being in the loop. He finally replied with an e-mail confirming the details, but the e-mail arrived to late for Saint-John to make travel arrangements and to arrange accommodation. Luckily he hadn't trusted his solicitor any further than he could spit, and gone by what his wife had told him.

Had his wife not told him of where, the hearing would be held, he would have gone to The Magistrates and County Court House in Pumicestone (which would have been the logical assumption); However, the hearing was going to be held at the Filing Cabinet, affectionately so called, as it looks like mismatched LEGO building blocks, or a filing cabinet with its drawers left open at different lengths.

Upon his arrival at the court house, he discovered, that his solicitor had white washed his statement and comments regarding the arguments S.S., had made, saying things had to be rephrased, to comply with the legal wording required by the courts.

"B.S." Saint-John thought, but he had no choice, as these documents had to be submitted signed and in quintuplicate. He was flaming snookered.

He then met up with his wife, mother-in-law, and the enemy (S.S. and their solicitor).

I shall not bore the reader, with the lengthy pontifications of legal council, as it goes beyond the scope of this book. These proceedings are now a matter of public record, and can be accessed, as can those of other who have suffered injustice at the hands of social services of the various local authorities.

The Author

Day 1 - Early February 2015

Saint-John had often been in court before, both as a witness and as an interpreter; He had even interpreted at a Court Martial, but this was his first time, as a defendant, it was also the first time, he had seen the need to have so many solicitors present.

Yes, he had seen Crown Court cases, where both the prosecution and the defence, each had two barristers, but to see, this set up, where the prosecution had 1 solicitor, his wife 1 solicitor, he himself 1 solicitor, and of course his kids also had to have 1 solicitor as well as a court guardian. Ms. Du Sant, was also present, as a representative for social services.

Enter judge Rivers. All rise, and the show commenced, and legal council for the prosecution, did the introductions, and was then given the floor.

She ranted on about nothing, and you could see, that his honour, had immediately got bored. He was not the kind of man, that was interested in be exposed to amateur dramatics in his court room. That was reserved for the Thespians who tread the boards on stage in the theatre.

He soon stopped the performance, and told the solicitor off, for how long it had taken to bring this case to court.

The solicitor, excused herself, by saying, she had only recently received the case, and quickly processed the paperwork, and filed it for a court hearing.

"That, does not explain, why it has taken five months to bring it to court." stressed judge Rivers.

"No, your honour." was the humble response of the prosecution's solicitor, who now felt like a school girl, who had been caught out, for not doing her homework.

She then basically showed, that they didn't have a case, and wanted to ask for an extended period for fact finding.

Judge Rivers, was not a fan of fact finding missions. He felt, if people were going to be charged for something, there should be sufficient evidence to charge them with; Not unfounded albeit confounded, innuendos, suppositions, conjectures and misrepresentations of the truth, and then said:"The Law is very specific in this matter. You have 26 weeks, and that is statutory. You have no grounds to request an extension, and there is no evidence to suggest, that you will find any further facts against Mr. Victrix, by the granting of such an extension. Motion denied."

She then tried to introduce, the older unfounded allegations, that had previously been made against Mr. Victrix, at which point judge Rivers said:"I thought this was a single issue case?" - The prosecution's solicitor, started to try and defend her actions, but Mr. Victrix's legal council objected at that point, stating that the matter had already been investigated, and closed to social services satisfaction, and put forward a motion that it be dismissed and disallowed.

"I totally agree." said judge Rivers, "This is a single issue case, and there is no need to complicate matters, by introducing matters, that have no baring on this case whatsoever, which serve no other purpose than to complicate matters, and make this family suffer more than it already has. And as I said before, this has taken far too long to be brought to trial."

He then promptly threw the old matter out.

Council for the prosecution was thunderstruck, they had to basically admit, that they didn't have a case.

The reports from Shame-side Hospital and Dr. Du Sant, at Our Lady of Cheap-side Hospital, were not up to standard, and faulty at best.

The judge demanded, that the solicitors get together to prepare a list of questions, to put to Dr. Du Sant, to clarify matters.

The council for the prosecution, was afraid the case was going to get thrown out there and then, and tried to buy herself more time, by saying that she didn't have time today, and had a busy schedule tomorrow etc. etc. etc.

Judge Rivers just looked at her in disgust and said:"We have this court room booked till 4 o'clock today. - I am not interested in what you are doing after that time, or tomorrow. There are four solicitors present here and now. I shall give you twenty minutes, to come up with questions for Dr. Du Sant;I shall then issue a court order, giving her and the hospitals seven days, to present all the medical reports and relevant notes, or I'm throwing the case out. - Court is adjourned."

The legal councils then spoke to their clients, and then got together to prepare the questions.

The problem with this situation was, that the case would not finish today, so Saint-John would not be going home today, or any time soon for that matter. Then there was the question, of when the courts had another slot available to hear the case again.

Twenty minutes later, the court was again in session. The judge wasted no time ensuring the questions were ready to be sent to Dr. Du Sant by 1st class mail, and issuing the relevant court orders.

Now, there was only one problem, and that was to find a date, that suited all legal councils present, as well as the court and his honour. Dates were mentioned, and when the solicitors had all agreed on a date, and the judge had ensured that the court room would be available, the legal council representing the children, interjected: "But your honour, according to your diary, you are not in court that day." as if he would like to drag the case out.

Judge Rivers was not amused, and said:"I am now."

Day 2 - Late February

The case had dragged on, and meant that not only had the family missed out on another school holiday together, but also, on their wedding anniversary.

Again, Saint-John was forced to sign a stupid statement in advance. Unfortunately for him, although he had made amendments to the document he received, and sent it back via e-mail, his amended version had been ignored, and the white washed version used, as legal council only needed the signature page. - On whose side was this guy.

This time, the local authority brought in the big guns. They were obviously afraid of losing the case, so they had brought in a barrister.

Again the introductions were made, and he tried and succeeded in having the old allegations made a part of the case, at which point, Mr. Victrix shook his head.

A great deal of pontification took place, trying to make much ado about nothing. Judge Rivers was not impressed, but the barrister knew exactly how far to legally push.

He then continued, that he would like to put Mr. Victrix, Mrs. Victrix and her mother on the stand.

"And do you wish to examine the person in question who made said allegations against Mr. Victrix as well as Dr. Du Sant?" queried judge Rivers.

"No, we do not, your honour." replied the barrister for the prosecution.

"I fail to see where you are going with this, after all if you are requesting that these older allegations be looked at, thereby making it no longer a single issue case, but not examining the accuser, then I see no point in recording the alleged allegations, which had been closed to social services satisfaction. However, I shall allow it, for the time being, to see where you are going with this." was judge Rivers response, "I am however curious, what will the local authority do, if you do not succeed in getting any conclusive findings after week 26?" added judge Rivers.

"Oh! Well, then we'll just have to close the case then." replied the barrister, in a very nonchalant manner and matter of fact way.

"What does that tell you?" he thought, "Except, that this is all for show, a simple attempt to save face, even if it means destroying a family, having an innocent man convicted of a crime he didn't commit, and preferably, sell the kids on http://www.BeMyParent.com to get funding for the council in the form of adoption fees.

It was at this point, that council for the defendant Mr. Victrix, stood up, and desired to subpoena Dr. Du Sant, and have her clarify her stand and actions in this matter, as she claimed, that Mr. Victrix's statement about how the child had bounced onto the potty was new evidence, thereby trying to save face from the Child Protection Conference. Moreover, social services, had deliberately withheld that piece of information from the minutes, which judge Rivers had this day, given the barrister a good dressing down for.

The prosecutions excuse on this occasion and the last, was that all other details were in the source folder. To which judge Rivers told them, didn't form an integral part of the documents filed with the courts, and would therefore not be considered.

A whole day had been wasted passing verbal gas and wasting tax payers money, all for the sake of trying to save face, for making a serious blunder, in making confounded unfounded allegations against a father, whose primary concern had been to seek medical attention, for welfare of his own child, and ensure she got the proper treatment. He could so understand now, why the staff of Shame-side Hospital had such a bad reputation, and why people in general, no longer desired to take their children to hospital, or their general practitioner in general, since everything was misinterpreted and misrepresented.

It had become obvious, that to be able to hear all the witnesses that legal councils had requested, that this would require a minimum of three consecutive days, two for cross examination, and one for summations and final judgement.

After careful considerations, the court dates were set, for the second week of April. This suited S.S. fine, as it meant, that they had ruined another school holiday for the family, namely Easter.

Just to make matters interesting, Mr. Victrix's solicitor then admitted, that he had already booked his holidays for the days in question, but would make arrangements to have a barrister take his place.

He then added, that this was in no way a reflection of his abilities, that he was quite capable of dealing with a case like this, as he had dealt with many such cases, but that he wanted Mr. Victrix to be well represented.

A new lawyer. Mr. Victrix's prayers had been answered, as he feared, that this solicitor was avoiding taking on the local authority. Possibly because his office was in their town, but the new barrister he was getting, didn't suffer from the same dilemma.

Chapter 15

Here Comes The Judge(ment)

After ruining Easter as well, over which S.S. chortled, as they took delight in ruining family holidays, the case finally resumed in the second week of April 2015.

To overshadow the day even further, Mrs. Victrix had endured a horrible Easter, as Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka, had joined forces, in ruining their grandmother's birthday, by hiding the food she had bought to give to the Victrix children, and called Mr. Victrix a paedophile and were even slandering their aunt, Mrs. Victrix.

Apparently things had got very heated, and Mintaka was going to charge his aunt, saying that she had attacked him (luckily there were witnesses to the contrary, not to mention, that there were no bruises). He had also looked up on the internet, where The Filing Cabinet was, and was going to show up in court, but his grandmother told him, that he wasn't a part of the case and wouldn't be allowed in, as this was a closed hearing, and that even she would not be allowed in, until she had to testify, after which she would have to leave the court room.

This time, Saint-John wasn't having any of this writing statement malarkey. He was going to tell them exactly what he thought. The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

The heavy metal group, Nazareth, sang 'Love hurts' back in the 1970's, but this time S.S. would be singing 'Truth hurts', or as his bishop had told him when he saw him after this had first happened, that he was a firm believer in that 'TRUTH WILL PREVAIL', which also had been the motto at The Church's pageant a couple of years back.

Owing to a heavy load, court wasn't in session, until after lunch. The stress of waiting was agonizing, as they had the past couple of times, seen people come crying out of the court rooms, and they were wondering whether these delays, would mean that the case wouldn't conclude after 3 days.

Then they got the news, Dr. Du Sant had been taken ill, and wouldn't be able to testify today. This meant, that they had either to ask for a continuance, or alternatively proceed with the deposition of The Victrix's and mother-in-law, with a view to make comments if necessary on anything Dr. Du Sant had to say.

Mr. Victrix's new legal council, a barrister, spoke to him, and told him that the prosecution would try to make a meal of the old case, and that once he was on the stand, that he (i.e. the his own barrister) wouldn't be allowed to speak to him, even if the court adjourned.

Mr. Victrix, told him he new the routine, as he had interpreted in court cases before. He also told his barrister, that he would tell S.S. on the stand, that Ms. Du Sant, had violated the data protection act, by speaking to the accuser of the allegations, and would remind them, that they had closed the case to S.S's satisfaction, owing to her being a compulsive liar, and using the allegations to get her own mother's attention, having previously also made unfounded allegations against her own mother, for which she had been hauled into her bishops office, at which point she had retracted her statement; and that her brother, had made allegations against their mother's pillow partner, but retracted the allegations once the police were involved.

Furthermore, said person, also refused to appear in court, and her statement conflicted with that of Ms. Du Sants. - If said person, was a liar in Ms. Du Sants case, and had been found an unreliable witness, with a dysfunctional problematic background, then said person was just as unreliable in his case.

Moreover, said person, apparently told her grandmother (Mr. Victrix's mother-in-law), that she would accept whatever ruling the judge would make. - Does that sound like someone who has a valid case?????

His barrister then took this information with him to a meeting with the barrister representing S.S., Ms. Du Sant, and the other solicitors for both Mrs. Victrix and their kids, prior to the hearing, and during said meeting, Ms. Du Sant and the local authority acknowledged, that they were neither interested in making it public knowledge, that they had violated the data protection act, nor that the accuser was only reliable in one case and not the other. The law just didn't work that way.

Thus, the barrister for the local authority conceded to not mentioning the older matter, and judge Rivers was informed of the withdrawal, thereby making it once again a single issue case. - Mr. and Mrs. Victrix and her mother, were then informed of the same, after the meeting, just before the hearing.

As in the last chapter, I have no intention of boring the reader with the repetitive inane questions of the cross examination of learned council for the prosecution, whose long winded methods of trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill, but instead, merely highlight a couple of points, regarding each cross examination; Moreover, as this case is now a matter of public record, and can be easily accessed, and a great deal of information is available in the copies of the letters sent by Saint-John, to The Prime Minister, General Medical Council and his Embassy, such repetition would serve no other purpose, than to increase the number of pages in this book, rather than to clarify matters.

The Author

Day 3 - Early April 2015

Once again court was in session, and after going through the normal spiel or rigmarole of introducing everybody, the Court Guardian was called to the stand, and sworn in, by taking The Bible in her hand and reading of a card which she was given.

She basically did nothing more than echo the stupid inaccurate reports of Social Services, since she hadn't had the decency of interviewing Mr. Victrix, and thereby lacked data.

Nothing was gained through cross examination by the other legal councils, either. It was more going through the motions for the sake of it.

Then it was Saint-John Victrix's turn took the stand. He opted not to swear, on The Bible, but to attest instead, due to his religious convictions as a Latter-Day Saint and a priesthood holder, as it says in The Gospel according to St. Matthew, Chapter 5, verses 34-37:

"But I say unto you. Swear not at all; neither by heaven; for it is God's throne:

Nor by the earth; for it is his footstool: neither by Jerusalem; for it is the city of the great King.

Neither shalt thou swear by thy heard, because thou canst not make one hair white or black.

But let your communcation be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil."

The barrister representing the council had a smug smile on his face, as did Ms. Du Sant, and at first, the attempt was to lull Saint-John into a false sense of security, by going through the motions, of having his state his name etc., as well as his recollection of course of events.

Then they started to refer to various documents, to try and discredit him and his wife, by referring to the transcript of the telephone conversation between his wife and the medical profession.

Saint-John told the barrister straight, that this was the first he had heard of it. He had not seen this transcript before, nor been privileged to hear the recording.

The barrister then started asking him in detail about who had said what in the background? Mr. Victrix's reply was, that he could not tell by the transcript, but if he were allowed to hear the recording, he would most likely be able to ascertain who said what to whom.

The transcript revealed that in the background, one of the kids (which turned out to be his daughter), admitted that their son, had indeed poked her in her private area. - However, when they took her to the A&E, she did not repeat the allegation cum confession. Owing to his son having been very fractious at that time (having been late and past his son's bed time), Saint-John hadn't heard this allegation albeit confession, and was thunderstruck, that S.S., had withheld this vital piece of information for seven months, and would've withheld it longer and dragged the case out longer, if Saint-John hadn't threatened to take them to court for violation of the data protection act and slander, as well as the fact that the transcript had been subpoenaed. - The farce of it all, was that the barrister was claiming that this was the first time the local authority had seen the transcript, yet it had been presented at the inter-agency meeting in September, prior to the Child Protection Conference in October. (See other concerns Saint-John had raised with the P.M., in his letters found in Annexes I-III).

The barrister had a go at Saint-John, as to why he and his wife, hadn't discussed this matter in the car on the way to the hospital?

He stated, that he hadn't heard said confession of his daughter, and that they were more concerned to ensure that their daughter received proper medical attention and treatment.

He then had a go at him regarding his white washed statements, at which point, Saint-John told him straight, that his solicitor had white washed his statements, telling him that he (i.e. the solicitor) had been forced to rephrase the wording of his statement to comply with the courts jargon requirements.

The barrister told him he found that very unlikely, and told Mr. Victrix, that this was utter nonsense.

Mr. Victrix wasted no time in telling the barrister to have a look at the original documents he had sent his solicitor, as that would prove his case.

The barrister became evasive, and instead gunned Mr. Victrix, by asking him why he would've signed such documents if they weren't true.

Mr. Victrix told him straight, that he knew he would have his day in court to set the record straight, and that was exactly what he intended to do, and was hereby doing.

The barrister wasted so much time repeating himself, and trying to convict Mr. Victrix, that court had to adjourn for lunch, and the grilling of Mr. Victrix continued after lunch.

During the lunch break, Mr. Victrix had to be on his own, as he wasn't allowed to have contact with anyone at all, so as not to look as if he was comparing notes, or anything, this included having any dealings with his legal council; He also declined to have any lunch, as he was fasting in support of his prayers.

After lunch, the barrister again went round in circles, including the description of how the potty had struck his daughter.

Mr. Victrix pointed out, that he wasn't in the room at the time, but had heard the potty bounce, (and then proceeded to give an example, by dropping a plastic glass which was on his table to indicate a similar sound), and that when his daughter had later in the presence of his mother-in-law and wife, admitted to having lied about their son having hit her with the potty, that she had then showed him how she had landed, and she indicated with her hands in cupping shape, that this was how the internal injuries were caused.

The barrister, was not happy at all, about not having been able to blame Mr. Victrix for sexually assaulting his daughter, continued to ramble, until judge Rivers told him to stop, and told the barrister, that the questions had already been answered multiple times, and that no more facts would materialize by repeatedly asking the same questions, and instructed him either to discontinue his cross examination, or move on.

The barrister then moved on, and simply asked Mr. Victrix point blank, if he had poked his daughter in the vagina?

To which Mr. Victrix replied: "No! I wouldn't dream of hurting my daughter in that fashion."

Then the barrister asked him if he had ever poked her there.

Again Mr. Victrix said: "No, why should I want to?"

The council for his wife, his own legal council as well as council for his kids, all took a turn. The last one, calling into question his evidence of the hands having been in cupping shape when the child had been bracing herself when falling onto the potty, and gave an alternative method of bracing yourself if you were falling.

Mr. Victrix pointed out, that his daughter had already been struck in the labials by the potty, and was in agony and possibly holding herself there, while still falling forward, thereby accounting for why she would've had her hands in cupping shape upon impact.

However, no one seemed interested in the fact, that he had been unaware of the audio recording of his daughter's retraction of her allegation of her brother having poked her with the potty, but stated in the background of the telephone conversation between her mother and the medical profession, that her brother had in fact poked her with his finger. Conclusive proof positive, that Mr. Victrix was not at fault.

Mr. Victrix was finally allowed to step down.

Evnikia's mother was then called to the stand, and to his utter amazement, she decided to swear on The Bible, but regrettably, she couldn't remember any details from the dates in question.

What she did recall, differed in minute detail from Saint-John's account, as to who was sitting where, furthermore she couldn't recall her granddaughter having indicated with her hands in cupping shape, as to that being how she landed, but she did verify, that her granddaughter had recanted that her brother had hit her with the potty.

Although each legal council had their go, no more details were obtained.

It was more of going through the motions for the sake of it.

By this time it was almost 15:30 hrs., so judge Rivers adjourned until the following day, and asked to be appraised of Dr. Du Sant's health, if she would be able to testify the following day.

Saint-John, Evnikia and her mother left the building together, and said their good byes and went their separate ways.

Saint-John broke his fast when he got back, but didn't get much sleep, in fact none of them rested well that night.

Day 4 - Early April 2015

The very next day, after Mr. Victrix and his mother-in-law, had been examined on the witness stand, they learned that Dr. Du Sant, had been hospitalized, and would not be able to attend court.

How flaming convenient for the local authority, as well as Dr. Du Sant, who with her knowledge and access to medication as a General Practitioner, could easily have orchestrated this scenario.

However once again court was in session, and this time it was Evnikia Victrix, who took the stand, who like her mother, surprised her husband, by swearing on The Bible.

Her husband, had again showed up fasting and had also been offering up prayers for his wife.

Again, as per protocol, examinations were conducted by the barrister for the local authority, who wasted no time going all out at Mrs. Victrix.

He criticised her difference in the order of events, how exactly they took place, as well as who was sitting where.

He also repeatedly criticised her for not having mentioned her daughter having said in the background about her brother having physically poked her in her genitalia, during the telephone conversation.

In the end, after judge Rivers had given him a warning as he had done the day before, he then became pedantic, and asked her why she hadn't mentioned it to anyone.

By this time, Mrs. Victrix was getting fed up of him going round in circles (as was everyone else), and she decided to be just as awkward, and replied: "Because, nobody asked me."

Judge Rivers, looked at her and smiled, the other legal council's avoided eye contacted, but could not help but be amused, and Saint-John had to stifle a laughter, and let out a cough instead; The barrister however, was not amused and then said: "No further questions your honour."

Evnikia's own legal council's questions were short and sweet, as one would've expected.

Saint-John's legal council, asked about what kind of day this had been, and upon getting Mrs. Victrix's answer, rephrased her answer, by stating it was just a normal day as one would expect for a normal family.

He then followed up by asking her about how the kids were in general, and learned that they picked on each other, like normal kids do, and then again rephrased the answer, by stating they were just normal kids.

Nothing was gained from the examination carried out by legal council for the kids.

Finally Mrs. Victrix was allowed to step down.

At this point, there was a problem, as Dr. Du Sant, was not available to be examined, as to her actual ability to carry out forensic examinations, as she was merely a General Practitioner who worked for the police on an ad hoc basis in sexual assault cases, as well as her numerous mistakes in this case.

The legal council for the local authority, saw that this case was now over, and knew that he would not be able to continue billing the council if the case were closed, so contrary to his former desires, of not having Dr. Du Sant, examined, now desired, that she should be examined.

After some deliberations between legal councils and his honour (farting around in lay man's terms), judge Rivers told them, that no further findings would be obtained, by examining Dr. Du Sant, and it would be a waste of time to delay the case any further, and gave them till tomorrow, to prepare summations or request a witdrawal.

The Victrix's left, feeling more confident, and Mr. Victrix broke his fast, when he got to his friends place.

They all slept marginally better this night, but weren't prepared to count their chickens till they were hatched.

Day 5 - Early April 2015

The following day, Mr. Victrix's fasted again in support of his prayers.

He showed up early at "The Filing Cabinet", mindful of Judge River's dislike for people who weren't on time.

To Saint-John's surprise, he got a text message from his wife, saying that the something had come up with the baby sitter, and his wife had been unable to get a substitute, or get a hold of Ms. Du Sant from S.S., and could he please speak to her solicitor, and see if she could arrange for them to sit in a consultation room with their grandmother, while she and he were in court.

This he was able to arrange and texted her back with the same.

The problem was, how were they going deal with the problem, when the kids would see daddy.

By good luck, Ms. Du Sant was there when the kids arrived, and she stepped in, and called Mr. Victrix over, so he could speak to the kids.

The kids were delighted to see their father, and asked him when he was coming home.

He and his wife, then explained, that they had to go into court to speak to a few people, to try and see if daddy could be allowed to come back home, and that granny would sit with them while mummy and daddy were in there with the people.

Saint-John took some paper from his notepad in his folder and also gave them a pen each, so they could draw pictures, and his wife had brought drinks for them, and together that would hopefully keep them occupied till court was over.

Court started at 14:00, and as per usual, council for the local authority rambled on about nothing.

Judge Rivers did neither like councils on pointless fact finding missions, nor pontificating time wasters. He the said to legal council straight, that if he wanted his honour to say, that there was no evidence against Mr. Victrix, then he would do so, as the council hadn't presented any evidence to prove that Mr. Victrix had caused his daughter's internal abrasions.

Furthermore, that legal council knows, as well as his honour, as they have both been down this path multiple times before in other cases, that had Mr. Victrix been guilty of doing anything untoward his daughter, that she would not have asked her father in the presence of her mother, to wipe the blood from her genitalia, in fact the contrary would have been true, and she would have shied away from him, which the child did not.

Moreover, the child has consistently maintained her father's innocence in this matter, and if anything, always maintained that it was her brother's fault, (who cannot really be held accountable since he was only three years old at the time) which is substantiated by the recording of which the local authority provided a transcript.

This is just an unfortunate accident, which has taken far too long to bring to court and be resolved.

Legal council for the prosecution, had no other option, but to file for a withdrawal, which they promptly did.

Legal council for the defence, upon instructions from the defendant, then withdrew the desire to put Dr. Du Sant on the stand for examination.

After which judge Rivers informed Mr. Victrix, that he was free to return to his home, without any findings against him, and without being able to make any financial claims.

Court concluded at 14:45 on the 12th. April 2015.

The Victrix's then went to see their kids, who were waiting in the room where they had been left.

The kids were happy to see their father again, but had been disappointed so often before with him having to leave again, that their little hearts were filled with mixed emotions.

They were then asked, what would be the best thing that could happen. Without hesitation, both kids immediately replied: "That daddy would come back home."

The Victrix's looked at each other, and then Mrs. Victrix started with: "Guess what?"

"What?", replied the kids, rather disinterested.

"Daddy's coming home." replied daddy.

The kids eyes lit up. They couldn't believe their ears. "When? When are you coming home daddy?" the asked with great enthusiasm.

"Now," replied daddy.

The kids leapt up into the air, shouting: "Yay!!!!!!!!"

Then they ran around the court house shouting at the top of their lungs: "Daddy's coming home!!! Daddy's coming home!!!" - In fact all the way down the elevator, through security etc., they kept shouting it.

This continued outside the court house, down the street to the metro shuttle, in the railway station, on the platform, and on the tram all the way to where their mummy had parked the car, in fact the commotion continued all the way home.

There Saint-John sat with his kids and gave them big hugs.

Now a different ordeal awaited them. Getting reacquainted, and rebuilding family ties, and instilling security in the kids lives again, for at the present, he couldn't go to the loo without being shadowed by them. It would take some time, before they would accept, that daddy was home to stay.

Chapter 16

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

After ruining every conceivable holiday and special occasion for the Victrix family since September 2014, and taking great pleasure in doing so, another flaming review conference, was held at Shame-side Safeguarding Children Board, on May 1st. 2015, also known as MAYDAY.

The place looked deserted, which they later learned, was due to them being in the process of moving house. This explained why the letter containing the original scheduled date (which happened to be the anniversary of the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah), had a different address.

The only ones present, were: Mr. & Mrs. Victrix and her mother, the representative for Mrs. Victrix's place of employment, which was also the educational institute which their children attended, Ms. Du Sant, from S.S., The Chairman and The Secretary, with apologies from the police (no surprise there); However, there was no word from the health visitor. Was it possible, that she hadn't been invited?

Prior to the meeting Ms. Du Sant, had come by the Victrix's home, and informed them that the local authority had accepted the courts findings and ruling, and that was not a problem. "As

if they had any flaming choice in the matter." Saint-John thought to himself. Then Ms. Du Sant continued, that they had agreed to downgrade the children's status, from a child protection plan, to children in need. - And so the other shoe dropped. They just couldn't accept that they had lost, and didn't like letting go.

As per the usual rigmarole, the chairman went round the table, having everyone introduce themselves, after which Ms. Du Sant, presented her report on behalf of Social Services.

Then the chairman, said that the police had nothing to add, having closed the case, and the health visitor said that all had been well with the kids during her last visit, and she had no concerns.

School said that the children had settled in well, and were doing well, and they were even earning certificates, and were at the top of their respective classes.

The Victrix's, were then given a chance to comment, and Mr. Victrix started the ball rolling, by attacking Ms. Du Sant's report, regarding her misrepresentation of facts etc., to which she kissed arse, and immediately offered to amend the details in the final version.

Mrs. Victrix followed suit, with the same response.

Then the chairman, tried to enforce the issue of the authority's desire to have the children downgraded to children in need, which Mr. Victrix diligently protested, stating that the children were a bit anxious during the first week, and didn't allow daddy to go to the toilette without shadowing him, but this had since ceased, and things were getting back to normal.

He stated, that the benefits, of having returned during a school holiday (much to S.S's chagrin) and himself once worked for social services at a different local authority, having also done the triple P course (which Ms. Du Sant, had not taken, although he didn't mention that), as well as his wife and himself having been trained to deliver the course: 'Strengthening The Family', which he stated was akin to S.S's course of the same name (but omitted rubbing their noses in it, that The Church's program had proven to be more productive, owing to it being Holy Spirit led, and not social worker led) as well as having been called on to implement said course to help others in the past. He then added that they were fortunate enough to have his mother- and father-in-law both trained in a different course within The Church, known as 'Strengthening The Marriage', which had been an invaluable asset to their support network, during their ordeal.

He then followed up, by saying, that they were in an unusually good position to take care of matters themselves, and that they graciously declined S.S's. Offer to lend any assistance, and moved for a decision of 'no further action required', in line with the courts ruling.

The representative from the children's school, smiled, but concurred with Saint-John's assessment of the situation.

The chairman referred the matter back to Ms. Du Sant, and asked if she had any objection to downgrading the case to 'no further action required'.

Ms. Du Sant, kissed arse, and said she had no objection.

The chairman, said that the local authorities didn't like to let go of their grip, but would reluctantly have to concede to do so on this occasion, but would have to speak to the police and the health visitor, as they couldn't make such a decision, unless there were at least three agencies present.

"What a flaming farce." Saint-John thought, "Why couldn't they have ensured that there would be a sufficient number of agencies present." - He was now starting to suspect, that because the police had closed the case, that they didn't want any part of this charade any more, not to mention, the damning letters he had written to them.

He furthermore suspected SS of foul play, i.e. deliberately not inviting, the health visitor, as she doesn't work Friday's (but would've come had she known), thereby creating this situation, of not having three agencies.

Moreover, they had openly admitted, that they hadn't had any intention of letting go. The question was, would they recall the red flag in the health sector, so that, heaven forbid, should the need arise to take their kids to a health professional, that it wouldn't set the ball rolling again. just because some pencil pusher didn't want to let go.

He and his wife, were just glad that they had won this round, and knowing, that the police had closed the case, and based on the favourable report of the health visitor, they weren't expecting any problems.

It wasn't until the 19th May 2015, that the Victrix's received a letter dated the 14th May 2015, stating that the case was officially closed, to social services satisfaction with no findings against Mr. Victrix that he had caused the internal abrasions to his daughter.

Ms. Babaloo, the health visitor, had scheduled a visit for the 26th of May, as their daughter would be under the school health visitor from now on, due to her age. It was then, that the Victrix's suspicions were confirmed, the health visitor hadn't been invited to the last case conference on May the 1st. She had in fact, been deliberately excluded, probably to ensure that there weren't three agencies there, and because S.S., hadn't had any intention, at letting the case go. - After all, they had said, that they wanted to downgrade the case to children in need, not close the case.

Ms. Babaloo, was not pleased at all, for not having been kept in the loop. In fact she said, that Mrs. Victrix had been the only one, who had kept her informed of what was happening. In other words, S.S., was not sticking to protocol, and keeping her informed; If they had, they wouldn't be able to so easily carry out their works of darkness. - It did pose one question, did S.S. stand for social services, or servants of SATAN. After all, they did attack God's most precious and sacred union on earth, THE FAMILY. (See The Family: A Proclemation to the World; Available in multiple languages at http://www.lds.org/).

Ms. Babaloo, said, that she would be in contact with the local authorities the following day, to make enquiries. In Scotland, that would be considered a very polite way, of saying, that they intended to stir up shite.

The question, that still remains unanswered, is: Would their marriage survive the aftermath or this ordeal? Since Evnikia invited her sister and her pillow partner round for their daughter's birthday, and Saint-John doesn't want anything to do with them, or the Twist kids, after all of them slander him during his and Evnikia's ordeal, and as his mother-in-law told him, that Himi (Llangaia's pillow partner) had been telling everyone that when the court case was over, that the police would come and arrest Saint-John, and take him away; only to ring Evnikia up, and be two faced about the whole affair, when Saint-John won the case, with no findings against him, and saying to her, that they (i.e. Himi and Llangaia) always knew that Saint-John was innocent, and they wanted to put everything behind them and let bygones be bygones, and having their son get to know his cousins and play with them, etc. - Yeah right!

The real reason behind that attitude, was not any real belief, in his innocence or true desire of letting bygones be bygones; but that they wanted to reinstate, Llangaia's old routine, of having Evnikia as the happy dumping grounds, as she used to do with her other kids (The Twists); Not to mention the fact, that after this, no one would trust them with a barge pole, and although, they imply and say, that they would be willing to babysit on occasion, it is really, that both Himi and Llangaia, cannot help themselves, of rooting through people's stuff, if they are left alone in a room, as Saint-John's mother and father-in-law experienced a couple of years ago, when they had borrowed Alnilam's key and had another one cut, so they could let themselves in, when no one was at home, and then they had a good nosy, including attempting to break into Saint-John's father-in-law's laptop. - Saint-John knew, that this was why Himi hated the fact, that Saint-John didn't use Windows, but had got rid of it, and installed Linux. Himi even went so far, as to try and convince him to set the computers in the house up as a dual boot system, and that he would gladly do it for him; But Saint-John told him that he didn't want a dual boot system, aind that he didn't need any help in setting up such a system, as he was quite capable of doing it himself, having studied business with computing, as well as studied computer sciences at The University of Kent, in Canterbury.

Saint-John knew darn well of the shortcomings of Microsoft's Windows Security features, and how easily it could be hacked, and that Linux, was also more stable and robust. He was also not partial to switching on RSS feeds, Bluetooth, or using the cloud or Facebook, to have his details exploited, and this annoyed Himi and Llangaia exceedingly, as they thrived on trying to find out what everybody was doing, but of course didn't give out any information about themselves, except of course disinformation.

So would The Victrix's marriage withstand the strain, of Saint-John having put his foot down, and saying he didn't want anything to do with Himi, Llangaia or the Twists, and he didn't want their son and daughter to have anything to do with them either, or would their marriage be strained to the breaking point.

Although the trust between Evnikia and Saint-John was intact, the trust between Saint-John and her family wasn't. They had proved, that they could not be trusted, and would stab you in the back as soon as look at you. - Apart from his mother- and father-in-law.

Only time would tell, as there was also the case of Saint-John feeling he could fit in, i.e. the kids accept him back, him feeling he fitted in. This was no simple task, coming back into their lives. I guess it was akin to someone having been missing in action, and presumed dead, and then returning when people had accepted not having the person around any more and starting to move on. Not an easy task, for all parties concerned.

Afterword

After reading this story, some of you will be disgusted, and others, will find it a nice change, that 'honkeys' (Caucasians/whites) are on the receiving end of racism, the fact is, that no form of persecution is justified, be it due to race, colour, creed, ethnic origin, religious persuasion; or sexual orientation, (which is something we nurture, and is not nature, as some would have us believe). However, such preferences, have to be respected, but such views, cannot be thrust upon others, as is the tendency in modern day society. It is for this reason, that people, attend groups, societies and churches to suit their socio economic requirements albeit preferences, and trying to force a church to perform same gender marriages, is as wrong, as trying to force all English speaking people to learn Arabic and become Muslims. - In other words, persecution of any kind is wrong. Freedom of choice, was given to man in The Garden of Eden, and he was exhorted by God and his Son,to Chose The Right, and that choosing the wrong resulted in consequences; Just like when we break the law of the land.

I've worked with many people, who are not heterosexual like myself, as the victims in the story, and many of these people, have a nice disposition. However, I do not agree, with the tendency of modern day society, to force all religious denominations, to sanction their union. That goes against religious freedom, and God's law.

This book is intended, to evoke a discussion, to protect all, from those, who like to exercise of unrighteous dominion.

It is not right, and should not be tolerated, any more than domestic violence, sexual abuse, child abuse, pimping and other decadent behaviour, which is rife in modern day society, even under the auspices of religious belief, where women are treated as third rate citizens, just like the victims in this story, who suffered at the hands of power hungry, members of staff of the local authority who enjoy exercising unrighteous dominion, and exploiting the shortcomings in the present legislation, to attempt to legally traffic human beings for financial gain. Even at the expense of having people presumed guilty until proven otherwise.

Please promote the link to this free publication, rather than giving away copies of the various formats its available in, so that I can see, or at least have an idea, of how many downloads it is getting, and thus, the minimum number of people who are reading it.

Also, it will help in the fight against injustice. The children of the world deserve to have a family. It's their human right, to be with their parents, let us preserve that right. Preserve the Family, and that sacred sacrament 'Marriage' (Holy Matrimony).

Annex I

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The Prime Minister

10 Downing Street

LONDON

SW1A 2AA

F.A.O. The Prime Minister,

Dear Sir,

Re.: THE DEPLORABLE EXAMINATION BY XXXXXXXX HOSPITAL, XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX AND XXXXXX HOSPITAL, XXXXXXXXXXX, OF XXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX IN THE ALLEGED SEXUAL ASSAULT INVESTIGATION LED BY SOCIAL SERVICES.

On September the 18th. Just after 4 p.m. I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner in our home, when I heard my son's potty land on the living-room floor, followed by my daughter's cry, yelling: "Daddy, daddy, xxxxxxxxx hit me with the potty."

At first, when I heard the potty landing on the floor, being followed by xxxxxxxx cries, I thought she had tripped over the potty or stubbed her toe, until she cried out, that he had hit her with it (xxxxxxxx has been potty training).

I immediately ran to her, and found the potty in front of the larger sofa, between myself (now standing in the doorway of the kitchen) and where xxxxxxx and xxxxxxxx had been sitting (on the smaller sofa).

My four year old daughter had tears in her eyes, and I picked her up and sat her down on the larger sofa, and wiped her tears away, and because I couldn't see any bumps, bruises or scratches on her head, face or arms, I asked her where he had hit her. She replied, that he had hit her in the vagina. I was mortified. I asked her to show me, and she lifted up her school uniform (I had just picked them up form school), to reveal two parallel scratches on her upper inner left thigh. - I told her to stop crying, and just sit there and recover, while I got her a milkshake to calm her down (which she did).

xxxxxxxxx was now in front of the larger sofa, playing with a small blue car, which he had got out of a Kinder Egg, for doing well in his potty training (i.e. having had a dry day); I immediately asked xxxxxxxx, what he had done, and like any three year old, he denied having done anything. So I told him I was taking the car off him, until he told me what had happened.

Around 16:50 hrs, my wife came home, and xxxxxx immediately went to her yelling: "Mummy, mummy! xxxxxxx poked me with the potty." - Now I was confused, and said to xxxxxxxx: "I thought you said, that he had HIT you with the potty, NOT POKED you with the potty?" - That morning, I had attended a hearing test, and been told, that I suffered from high pitched hearing loss, which could result in my misunderstanding what is being said to me (this happens a lot, and can be very frustrating).

My wife, a trained first aider with years of experience, then asked her to calm down, and tell her what happened. Again, xxxxxxx related, that xxxxxxx, had poked her with the potty, in the vagina. At that moment, I told my wife that xxxxxxx had shown me earlier, and that there were two scratches on her upper inner left thigh. My wife, then asked xxxxxxxx to lie down on the larger sofa, and lift up her uniform, so she could see where she was hurt. To our horror, we saw traces of blood in Angelica's knickers.

I wanted to take my daughter immediately to the Accident and Emergency unit at xxxxxxx Hospital, but my wife wanted to phone Go To Doc, to find out whether we should take xxxxxxxx to Go To Doc or the A&E. No doctor was available for consultation, so we gave the children their dinner, while waiting for a call back from Go To Doc. About an hour later, we got the call back, and after my wife had to repeatedly tell them xxxxxxxx had been poked by a potty.

We took xxxxxxxx to xxxxxxxx Hospital, like any responsible parents would do, to ensure that the injury would receive the correct treatment. There the drs, examined xxxxxxxx, and asked her what had happened. Around 8 p.m. we were told, that Social Services had been notified, and that this was being treated as a sexual assault case. However, to our amazement, the police's crime scene investigation unit, was not called in, and no forensic evidence was gathered, i.e. no nail scrapings taken from anyone, which could have exonerated us immediately, instead, xxxxxxxx is taken to the paediatric ward, where she stayed overnight. Because she had fallen asleep, the dr, declined examining her, and it wasn't until 24 hrs., later, that my wife had to make her own way, to xxxxxxxxx hospital in xxxxxxxx.

Here social services break protocol; The police say, that SS should have taken them to xxxxxxxx and be met by the police, whereas the SS rep., says the police should have taken them.

SS's excuse is, there was only one person on duty.

At xxxxxxxxxxx, my wife is told very abruptly, that if she is living in domestic violence, that NOW is the time to tell them. She told them the truth, that there is no domestic violence. They then accuse her of changing her statement, as Go To Doc, had reported her having said, that xxxxxxxx had been poked with a PENCIL. - HOW DOES A POTTY BECOME A PENCIL???????

When the examination takes place, and is videoed, no forensic evidence is gathered, apart from swabs, used to check for sexually transmitted diseases (venereal diseases). The drs, sole interest lay in looking at my daughter's genitalia, just like they did with my wife when she had to have an emergency caesarian.

We are disgusted with the incompetence displayed during this investigation, both at xxxxxxxx, for not having carried out an examination there and then, but to allow exonerating forrensic evidence to be compromised and degrade, the improper sexual assault examination carried out by the doctors at xxxxxxxx, as well as the incompetence of both measuring my daughter's height and weight. At xxxxxxxx her height was measured and noted as first being 109cm and then 109.5cm, then when she arrives at xxxxxxxx, her height is said to be 111cm the difference in height, the doctors attributed to "growth spurt". - I am a metrologist, and not only supervised the pattern evaluation of various measuring instruments at xxxxxxxxxx(xxxxxxxx), but also represented Ixxxxxxxx in an ad hoc committee for the International Organisation of Legal Metroloby (OIML), as well as supervising the translation of all Metrological EU directives, that needed to be adopted by xxxxxxxx for the EFTA/EU trade agreement of the EEA, so I do not accept the term "growth spurt" to be substituted for gross incompetence.

When we complained about this to the police, I on two occasions and my wife on three, as well as complaining to SS on a couple of occasions each, they finally agreed to check if a recording existed of the conversation between Go To Doc and my wife. However 8 days had elapsed, and any such recording could easily be compromised or deleted.

Was this lack of interest, due to the fact, that the doctor whom my wife had spoken to, was possibly of Asian extraction, and that SS feared to seem to be racist, especially in view of the recent media coverage of what has taken place in both Rochdale and Rotherham, and that it was easier to persecute a white Christian foreigner with extreme prejudice, rather than pursue a proper line of investigation.

The examination, of xxxxxxx injuries, revealed "internal" injuries, that the doctors said, could not be attributed to the potty. However, unlike a normal sexual assault case investigation, or even a murder investigation, a M.E., would be able to ascertain or at least be able to give an indication of what could have caused said injuries.

As U.K. Family Law, differs from Criminal Law, in the sense, that Criminal Law, states that one is innocent until proven guilty, and if this were a criminal case, the conduct of SS and the doctors, serves no other purpose, than to displace the presumption of innocence; in Family Law, it is only probability that matters, so SS is of the opinion, that since I was the only adult there, when the incident occurred (even if I was in the next room, I must be guilty, and have been removed from the house, and due to the difference in my wife's statement, which coincides with mine and that of my daughter during a memorandum interview with the police, SS have concluded that my wife must be lying, as they do not want to reverse their decision, for the fear of looking ridiculous, irrespective of the police being satisfied that no sexual assault took place.

However, if we were to use the same rule of probability on the doctors, then one would be forgiven to suspect the doctor at Go To Doc, to have had prior knowledge of some impropriety taking place elsewhere, since he stipulated pencil when my wife said potty, and that the reason for the lack of forensic investigation and delay, was due to conspiracy to cover up someone else's impropriety.

Therefore the following questions arise:

a) Did the dr. at Go To Doc, have prior knowledge of xxxxxxx injuries (we surely didn't)?

b) Does said dr., know anyone working at or a child at xxxxx School that could be culpable or have knowledge regarding same?

c) Or does he suffer from high pitched hearing loss as I?

d) Or does he simply suffer from lack of listening comprehension, in which case he should take language lessons?

e) Why wasn't CSI called in or a proper examination done immediately?

f) Why the delay?

When I followed up my complaint with the police department, they said, that I was correct that the procedures were faulty, and that all they could say, was that this was a Social Services led investigation. Even so, it does not excuse the gross negligence of investigation by the medical profession, or their ineptitude of measuring a child's height, or carrying out a proper sexual assault examination.

My wife and I should be grateful, if the General Medical Council, in co-operation with the police, would investigate the competency of these medical professionals, as well as there methods of examination, and report taking/making, as this has caused considerable distress for us and our children.

Moreover, as I work from home, as a - - -, I cannot undertake any work, not only due to stress, but also, that any - - - etc., I make, could be called into dispute, as I am now a suspect, and cannot enter into - - -, that could possibly have to be entered into a court of law, e.g. - - -, which comprise the majority of my work.

We should also be grateful, if you could expedite matters, as this is taking to long, considering that both the police, as well as the child protection officer at the school, are completely satisfied that no sexual assault took place, and as stated above, probability states, that the cause of the injury lies elsewhere, and both Social Services and the Medical Profession, are reluctant and vague in the pursuit of the excellence of the truth, in this matter, which does lead one to believe, that they are either totally inept or have something to hide, albeit promoted by religious and racial prejudice, based on Family law's law of probability.

May we suggest, that the implementation of said legislation be reviewed, and its wording be revisited, to avoid the drastic repeat performance of this investigation, as well as doing away with its short comings. We appreciate your expedient address of this matter.

Awaiting your outcome in anticipation,

we are,

Sincerely yours,

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Copy sent: Embassy of xxxxxxxxxxxx

General Medical Council, xxxxxxxxxx

Annex II

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The Prime Minister

10 Downing Street

LONDON

SW1A 2AA

F.A.O. The Prime Minister,

Dear Sir,

Re.: THE DEPLORABLE EXAMINATION BY XXXXXXXX HOSPITAL, XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX AND XXXXXX HOSPITAL, XXXXXXXXXXX, OF XXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX IN THE ALLEGED SEXUAL ASSAULT INVESTIGATION LED BY SOCIAL SERVICES.

With reference to our letter of the 6th inst., we should like to inform you of the developments in this abominable and distressing case.

Yesterday, a meeting was held at the above address, with xxxxx and ourselves, where with great difficulty, we managed to get Ms. xxxxx to divulge, that D.C. xxxxx of the xxxxx Police PPIU, in co-operation with Social Services, has managed to listen to the recording between my wife, xxxxx, and a member of staff at Go To Doc, which was used as the primary evidence to blame my wife for changing her testimony and allegedly intend to cover up what occurred.

xxxxx admitted, that the person taking her statement, couldn't believe, that my son xxxxx aged 3, had poked my daughter xxxxxx with the "potty" in the vagina, and therefore of his own volition, decided to change my wife's testimony to "pencil". - Neither Go To Doc nor Social Services have offered an apology, for the fabrication of evidence or the production thereof.

They still intend to pursue this case, irrespective of having failed to collect forensic evidence and having impeded the collection of same, which would have exonerated us had this been a CSI led investigation, and also reduced the time , expense and stress it has caused, which has been detrimental to my health.

In view of the gross negligence of Social Services, as well as the gross incompetence displayed by the medical profession of: Go To Doc, xxxxx Hospital, and xxxxx Hospital, we should therefore be grateful, that criminal proceedings be brought against Go To Doc, for the fabrication of evidence, as well as Social Services, for the production of same, as well as failing to proceed with due diligence, obstructing justice by impeding the investigation, by neglecting to collect the exonerating forensic evidence, as well as financial compensation for the inconvenience caused.

We should like to request, the presence of The General Medical Council, as well as a representative from Her Majesty's Government, to be present at the Child Protection Conference, scheduled for the 24th October 2014, between 12:00 and 14:00 (2 h), the venue being the meeting room on the 2nd floor of xxxxx, xxxxx. Further details, can be obtained from Social Services, xxxxx.

Moreover, we should be grateful, if the medical council, would investigate the report of the staff at xxxxx Hospital, prior to it being sent to Social Services for the conference, as we believe the internal injuries are self inflicted, either during the incident, or after the incident, while xxxxx sat on the larger sofa recovering, and we need the GMC's input of same, if that is a possibility, as we wish to contest Social Services stipulation, that the injury is too high up the vaginal canal to be such, for if my daughter, was bent over, her finger, could have reached higher up the vagina, just like if you stuck your finger into a tube, and bent it over, you would be able to reach a part, you otherwise could not.

In closing, may we suggest, that the implementation of said legislation be reviewed (e.g. by the utilising of a CSI unit to gather forensic evidence for which they are so well trained, as well as to preserve the chain of custody of same), and its wording be revisited, to avoid the drastic repeat performance of this investigation, as well as doing away with its short comings, and avoid the miscarriage of justice. We appreciate your expedient address of this matter.

Awaiting your expedient assistance in anticipation,

we are,

Sincerely yours,

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Copy sent: Embassy of xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

General Medical Council, xxxxxxxxxxx

Annex III

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Your ref.:

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The Prime Minister

10 Downing Street

LONDON

SW1A 2AA

F.A.O. The Prime Minister,

Dear Sir,

Re.: THE DEPLORABLE EXAMINATION BY XXXXXXXX HOSPITAL, XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX AND XXXXXX HOSPITAL, XXXXXXXXXXX, OF XXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX IN THE ALLEGED SEXUAL ASSAULT INVESTIGATION LED BY SOCIAL SERVICES.

With reference to our letter of the 6th and 10th inst., we should like to inform you of the developments in this abominable and distressing case.

We should like to request, the presence of The General Medical Council, as well as a representative from Her Majesty's Government, to be present at the Child Protection Conference, scheduled for the 24th October 2014, between 12:00 and 14:00 (2 h), the venue being the meeting room on the 2nd floor of xxxxx, xxxxx. Further details, can be obtained from Social Services, xxxxx.

Moreover, we should be grateful, if the medical council, would investigate the report of the staff at xxxxx Hospital, prior to it being sent to Social Services for the conference, as we believe the internal injuries are self inflicted, either during the incident, or after the incident, while xxxxx sat on the larger sofa recovering, and we need the GMC's input of same, if that is a possibility, as we wish to contest Social Services stipulation, that the injury is too high up the vaginal canal to be such, for if my daughter, was bent over, her finger, could have reached higher up the vagina, just like if you stuck your finger into a tube, and bent it over, you would be able to reach a part, you otherwise could not, and demand to receive a copy of said report, no later, than by the end of this week, to our home address, as detailed at the top of this letter.

As Social Services, still intend to pursue this case, irrespective of having failed to collect forensic evidence and having impeded the collection of same, which would have exonerated us had this been a CSI led investigation, and also reduced the time, expense and stress it has caused, which has been detrimental to my health, we should like the GMC and HM Government to pursue criminal proceedings against the following based on the following:

a) Based on the evidence presented in our previous two letters, we should like criminal charges to be brought against the member of staff of Go To Doc (name unknown, but may be obtained from DC xxxxxt of the xxxxx Police PPIU as mentioned in our previous correspondence), for wilfully fabricating evidence, by creating a report, which had no foundation, by saying my wife had said "pencil" when she said "potty".

Said report, was instrumental in the perversion of justice and intimidation of my wife, and this false evidence against my wife, to both discredit her at xxxxx Hospital as witnessed by all those present, as well as to force her to sign a section 20 agreement under duress.

b) We should also like to criminal charges, brought against the member of staff of Social Services,

who was on duty the week-end of 18th and 19th ult., for her dereliction of duty, by:

I) wilfully using fabricated evidence (i.e. the above mentioned report (even though this was known after the fact no one from Social Services has offered an apology or made a retraction and thereby perjuring herself), to intimidate my wife and mother-in-law to force them to sign a section 20 agreement under duress.

II) through her dereliction of duty, she wilfully perverted the course of justice, by neglecting to obtain and preserve vital exonerating forensic evidence at xxxxxx Hospital, and to collect and preserve the chain of custody of same at xxxxx hospital, this is then compounded by the need for my wife to take my daughter out of school, to attend xxxxx Hospital for a blood test, as the sample taken at xxxxx Hospital had clotted, and was unusable, and claimed that the injuries could not be self inflicted, without being a medical expert herself.

III) She also broke protocol and failed in her duty, to escort my wife and daughter from xxxxx Hospital to xxxxx Hospital, claiming that the police should have escorted them, but said member of staff of Social Services, through her dereliction of duty, failed to inform the police of the transfer.

The police however, stated, that it is customary for them to meet the people at xxxxx Hospital, which they did.

c) We should also like to criminal charges, brought against the members of staff at xxxxx Hospital and xxxxx Hospital, who were on duty the week-end of 18th and 19th ult., for their dereliction of duty, by aiding and abetting the negligence and failure to obtain and preserve exonerating forensic evidence and the chain of custody of same, and should like to reiterate their ineptitude to ascertain my daughter's height (as mentioned in previous correspondence) as well as preserving the blood sample taken for examination.

d) We should however, like to thank DC xxxxx and the xxxxx Police PPIU for their help and effort in this matter, it is only regrettable, how they have been limited in this case, owing to the fact that it was Social Services led.

We should furthermore, like to thank xxxxx School, for being so accommodating during this unnecessarily lengthy investigation.

In view of the gross negligence of Social Services, as well as the gross incompetence displayed by the medical profession of: Go To Doc, xxxxx Hospital, and xxxxx Hospital, may we suggest, that the implementation of said legislation be reviewed (e.g. by the utilising of a CSI unit to gather forensic evidence for which they are so well trained, as well as to preserve the chain of custody of same), and its wording be revisited, to avoid the drastic repeat performance of this investigation, as well as doing away with its short comings, and avoid the miscarriage of justice. We appreciate that you expedite the address of this matter.

Awaiting your expedient assistance in anticipation,

we are,

Sincerely yours,

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Copy sent: Embassy of xxxxxxxxxxx

General Medical Council, xxxxxxxxxx

Addendum

After this book was released, I got a query from a lawyer, who wanted to know, why the father had left the house, without social services being in possession of a court order?

The answer is, that his wife was threatened at the hospital, that either he leave the house, or the children would be placed immediately in foster care.

This was made to sound, like a section 20 agreement was in force, Mrs. Victrix had been forced to sign some sort of handwritten document at the time, but this document was never produced at any of the meetings or in court.

From what I can gather, it wasn't even in the prosecution's 'source folder', and neither of legal councils for the defence, looked into this matter, or addressed the issue of this illegal eviction.

The solicitor, Ian Josephs, that contacted me (the author), provided me with the following information:

Of course but nobody should give in to threats ! Whether it concerns letting children go into foster care or whether it concerns splitting up daddy from mummy !!

NEVER,NEVER sign anything if they pressure you! Noone can force you to sign anything :not even the Queen,the Prime Minister,or the Lord Chief Justice !

If however you have been persuaded into signing a section 20 (voluntary care)NOTE THIS CASE !

1. Surrey County Council –v- M, F & E [2012] EWHC [2400] a decision of Mrs. Justice Theis and at paragraph 60 she said this:-

"To use the section 20 procedure in circumstances where there was the overt threat of a police protection order if they did not agree, reinforced by the physical presence of uniformed police officers, was wholly inappropriate. By adopting this procedure the local authority sought to circumvent the test, that any court would have required them to meet, if they sought to secure an order, either by way of an EPO or interim care order."

Remember that you are free to take back your children any time!

At your next contact just walk out with your children and take them home ! If they try to stop you by force it will be an assault so they very rarely do it;

What if they call the police? Suspicious minds blog gives you a suggested reply.

Here are the magic words, if the police say "we are going to take your child into police protection" or something similar.

"Officer, I'm not being difficult, but I see that you have come with the social worker, which means social services are already involved. And as the High Court said in Re CA 2012, where that is the case, the social worker ought to go to Court to seek an order from the Court, so my human rights aren't breached by the police or social services. And you will know from the Liverpool case that the police shouldn't just take a child into police protection to save the social worker the trouble of going to court. And so you should only take the children into police protection if the risks are so great that they can't be kept safe until the case is heard in Court. I won't do anything silly and I won't run away. I will go to Court and the Court will decide. If you want, you can watch me with the kids, or they can go to (my mother/aunt Beryl/whoever) until the Court case starts, then you know everything will be fine."

Home Office Circular 17/2008, issues guidance to the police in the use of their powers under section 46.

The guidance goes on to say at paragraph 15:

"Police protection is an emergency power and should only be used when necessary, the principle being that wherever possible the decision to remove a child/children from a parent should be made by a court."

It goes on to say at paragraph 16:

"All local authorities should have in place local arrangements (through their local Chief Executive and Clerks to the Justices) whereby out of hours applications for EPOs may be made speedily and without an excess of bureaucracy. Police protection powers should only be used when this is not possible."

EMERGENCY PROTECTION ORDERS (EPOs)

In X Council v B (Emergency Protection Orders) [2005] 1 FLR 341, in the course of setting out a number of guiding principles in relation to emergency protection orders, Munby J held that 'separation is only to be contemplated if immediate separation is essential to secure the child's safety: 'imminent danger' must be 'actually established'. –

Also beware of so called "counsellors" , psychotherapists, or even psychologists! ANYONE (including you!) can call themselves experts in these professions as these titles are not protected.YOU can set yourself up and advertise your services as an expert psychologist today if you wish promising to cure the mental problems of others ! (no qualifications are necessary !.If on the other hand you are rash enough to go for "counselling" be aware that nothing you tell them will be confidential and anything you DO tell them will be passed on to social workers who will use what they have learned against you in court so that your child can be put into care. Even worse, sometimes your personal DOCTOR and your own SOLICITORS and BARRISTERS will pass on information they receive from you to police, schools, and local authorities. NONE of these people are 100% safe or trustworthy as many unfortunate parents have found out to their cost! Yes, I have many cases where this has happened!

Remember social workers are not police, and have no legal authority to give you orders as only a court can do that. They cannot stop you seeing your children as they come out of school ,and even taking teenagers out for a meal or a cinema visit. They cannot stop such children from sending and receiving emails from any public library, or making reverse charge calls from any call box if they dial 100; unless you have been served with a specific court injunction forbidding all contact (and even then if the children send and you only receive you are probably still o.k.).

