The inspectors are coming......

Now, when you work in social care, every so often there is an inspection.

This means that you get descended on from on high, people come with questionnaire's with loads of tick boxes and depending on how many boxes they tick you get told how well you deliver for children.

Our poor naive imported social worker has been soo relieved she has been given the extra work hours to make sure that Big D's file is all up to date.

She has not realised that her manager noted that the Care Standards questionnaire landed on her desk asking about a named child.

Then suddenly she gets the time to put his file in order.

Last week it was another social worker who suddenly remembered so many things that needed doing for another child.

Monday - good lord we have a social worker landing to complete some detail about child three.

This will of course have nothing to do with the questionnaire that landed on our mat last week.....

Festering, god bless them have felt no need to be so well engaged.

Because of course if the service they give to out of county carers gets slated, well they can simply dump those carers.

They did however email out a statement of purpose for the service a few days back and of course a load of print it yourself cards so we know about their out of hours service - just to make sure the boxes are ticked.

In the midst and middle of this are young people placed here some years back because this was what they needed then and have come to expect. Now they are less than at the front of their "parents" thinking.

I wonder how this would all look if the corporate parent was subjected to the "good enough parent" filter.

R