I have a little story to tell you.

We once had a client. Let us call him Tom.

Tom came to us, a long time ago, with his health in tatters through no fault of his own. He hadn’t worked in years. He hardly ever went out anywhere. He was a mess.

He started pottering in our garden. Eventually, we began to pay him for a few hours every week. At length he  was strong enough to take a part-time job at Muncaster Castle (which we were partly instrumental in getting him). At length, he was well enough to take a full time job with the local Council, which is where he is now.

In the latest edition of the council magazine, they ran a two-page feature on him … one of their star pupils. During the interview, he tells us, he made many grateful references to The Centre and what we’d done for him. Again and again, he sang our praises - good lad that he is.

And what did the council magazine article report?

That he was at Muncaster Castle before he went to work for the council.

Er … excuse me!! Coo-ee!! Over here!! Hellooo!!!