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.
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Now there's a funny thing.....
So the tender for his next move closed on Monday Naturally the SW was straight on the phone to keep us in the loop. Errrrr no.
The where and when of his move is still shrouded in mystery.
The man himself has come off his medication and there has been a significant improvement in his behaviour. The medically qualified nurse thinks this is a really good idea, our fostering social worker is horrified. There could be trouble ahead.
I wrote that yesterday, his behaviour from Sunday to today has been exemplary.
A real success story for him, shame he spent this evening in the company of the local constabulary.
His mum wants him home for the weekend, I dare say that might be extended a bit.
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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