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, 13 July 2011
Here comes the sun......
Normally you can foster about anything for a little bit of time.
This young man has been seeking grief from day one though.
Last day was a series of explosions and threats, thing is though looking back at it when we left a car engine running and unattended, despite the bravado he did not try and drive it off. Just as well the clutch does not work and he would not be able to get it into gear but he didn't know that...
He has been threatening to start the digger and drive off in that too.
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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He seems to want another rejection, but there must come a time when you say "enough".
At least you can add plenty of honest insight to his file
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