Bastard solicitor.

Had a conversation with my Father's solicitor today. It's been a while, months since we've spoken. I wonder if he's missed me.

My Father has a solicitor to deal with the Inquest into my Brother's untimely death in a psychiatric ward in hospital. My Brother died on 23rd July 2005. Because he had been sectioned and died in hospital, there had to be an Inquest into his death. Unfortunately the Inquest has still not been heard.

This fact makes me angry and very upset. There is no point having an Inquest at this late stage. Vital witnesses will not be available to appear at the Inquest. Some will have left the country; they can't be made to come back for the Inquest. Some will have moved on and may not be able to be traced after such a long period of time. I strongly believe that the way my Brother died will never come to light. I feel this is grossly unfair and unjust. If an Inquest has to be heard, it should be heard within a reasonable time frame. It should be a legal requirement that the Inquest is heard within a year. Families have a right to be treated with dignity and respect. Families have a right to justice. Public money is being spent; there should be a purpose for this money to be spent. It should be credible. It should make sense and not be a charade. Common sense should prevail above all else.

All I did today was voice these same concerns to my Father's solicitor. I was accused of being rude and abusive by the solicitor. Why? I asked him, what had I said that was rude or abusive. No reply. I was at work when I spoke to the solicitor. My colleagus were listening to the conversation; they heard everything I said. I didn't shout, I didn't call him names. I have witnesses. He threatened to put the phone down on me. He threatened to call my sister nisha - that had me shaking in my boots. I was genuinely terrified, NOT. What a wuss. He needed a good slap. That would have sorted him out.

He spoke to me as if I were a 5 year old. He twisted everything I said. I felt as if he was a prosecuting solicitor and I was being prosecuted. And then to top it all he was going running to nisha. Oh my God. Bastard solicitor!