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.
Friday, 24 June 2011
Sometimes things are not as good as they seem.
Been a funny old day today.
Yesterday was spent messing about with motors with a trip out to take Bethan to her training place, this was an excuse to take our eldest for lunch in a lovely pub on the beach whilst watching the Irish Ferry leave the Haven.
It's a lovely place to spend an afternoon.
Today was a running round morning followed by a day stopped in it's tracks by rain.
Thank goodness we cancelled the party tomorrow.
Oh and the phone number the social work manager gave us is wrong - thats a relief actually, prooves he is the same social worker he ever was.
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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