Summer is here, well maybe.

The summer is here, well maybe.

Sunshine pours over our hill in West Wales.

It was sort of peaceful till the kids came home.

Now the house echoes to the bustle or afternoon.

Today, with it being summery and all we went off to get firewood.

6 weeks supply for the winter all unloaded ready for the dificult bit, breaking out the chainsaw.

Then this afternoon one of those poor sad children who was cruelly transported from Daycastle to live here, miles from his friends and his family picked up the phone and called us.

Funny really, he has stayed in touch with his schoolmates from here and he was phoning to say he's going to come down for a few weeks and try and find work.

Would be great to be able to put him up here, but unfortunatly under the proactive corporate parenting he aquired such a record that his corporate parents don't want him mixing with the children whose lives they are still screwing up.

You wonder where's the problem really, is it that he wants contact with his former foster parents, or that he wants that and at the same time wants nothing to do with his corporate parent.

Makes you laugh dosn't it?

No?????

R