OK, so he makes an appointment for this assessment, which will be in mid-November (good job this isn't urgent then isn't it?). When the confirmation letter arrives, it also tells him that the assessment centre is moving from it's current location to a place right, slap bang in the middle of the Big Scary City. (You know, where I don't drive if I can possibly help it cos it's big and busy and scary, and they keep changing the one way system so I get lost.) Helpfully they also include directions on how to get there. They read something like this, with my comments in italics:
- if you are coming by car, please note there is no on-road parking nearby, however there is a multi-story car-park fairly near. (remember this is in the city centre and the chances of there being any spaces at all is so remote that it's not even worth trying)
- if you are coming by bus, the bus station is a 10-minute walk away (what?)
- if you are coming by train, the railway station is a 20-minute walk away (whaaaattt???)
We decided that getting there is actually the assessment - if you arrive at their office, you are reasonably fit and don't need a Blue Badge. We had to laugh really at how well thought out this plan of moving into the City centre was.
It's almost as good as an assessment centre my sister had to attend a few years ago. She is in a wheelchair, and my father had taken her to the appointment. When they got there, the entrance to the building was via some steps. No ramp or anything. Dad had to ask a couple of strong-looking guys to get her up those steps. Another well thought-out plan. Ain't bureaucracy grand?