This is about my life in a fostering family of several young people in Wales today.
There are also all the other people in this house, my own growing up too quickly children who seem to be here less every week, and of course the student, the mistress of all we owe money on. There are three green goddesses (big green 1950's fire pumps): Gloria, Isabelle and the belle.
That's not mentioning other vehicles and items of plant, all sorts in fact.
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Cops and Nos
In normal life you would have cops and robbers, a simple little discourse where good and evil are easily described.
This is a different game where the student is playing codes of practice and national occupational standards.
This is a bonkers system where people are demonstrating good social work but being told that they need to fill in the grid instead.
Munro says that the tick box culture must go but in training boxes need to be ticked.
The student has spent days on her portfolio. It got to the stage last night where i was wondering where I could buy a new printer at 9 pm as the old one was not talking to anything.
A diploma in computing does not help at all, when the thing is really going all wrong and your partner offers to help but of course you have the diploma..
Then again if your partner had not bought lots of clone cartridges that sometimes won't talk to the printer it might have been better.
She has done her stuff though and it's in.
I had a good day in uni today, realising I was 24 hours early for a meeting - how i laughed.
Me and her had a lovely night tonight we went out for a meal on our own, one we can't afford but what the hell..
This drivel is all copyright to me, an Ageing biker hippy living in west wales
I would of course be delighted if someone wanted to publish what they read one here but you have to ask first. Otherwise I might get angry and you would not like me when I am angry.
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