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 10 September 2011
plus sa change
It's quite remarkable how change is happening all the time.
While our backs have been turned the situation here has changed I used to be a parent with 4 children.
Now I am living in a group of 5 adults. There is of course Gwion who is still a child but I cannot really even call the fostered "children" any more. It feels very odd.
There has been a bit of hysteria about a big storm hitting the UK in the next few days but it looks increasingly like it will pass North of us here - famous last words...
WE were camping at Mullacott Farm above Ilfracombe last night....lets just say I was glad that the front guyropes were tied to a solid wooden post, the back ones to the roof bars on the car, which as well as a bank, was sheltering us.....
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WE were camping at Mullacott Farm above Ilfracombe last night....lets just say I was glad that the front guyropes were tied to a solid wooden post, the back ones to the roof bars on the car, which as well as a bank, was sheltering us.....
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