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.
Saturday, 16 July 2011
Weekends and holidays
So it's eyes down for the weekend and the holidays.
6 weeks of unmitigated relentless respite less work.
Now just watch some social worker ask, at the end of that, if we had a good "holiday".
Happens every year.
Not been a bad day, we are still unable to understand how the behaviour is so changed.
It is tempting to look at the fact he is eating a lot more fresh fruit less processed food, no fizzy drinks, we never buy the stuff (he has taken to bottled water and discovered he likes tap water) it could not be as simple as that could it?
Actually I don't buy it it has to be more than that.
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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hidden store of something?
highly calculated mania?
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