Gosh What a week this has been.
Full on disappointment that I could not get down and run up the fire engine, spent all that time working on it and Saturday morning arrived with all the issues I cured back again with a Vengeance
Since then we have had friends from Brittany here which has been basically staying up all night with a big Social Services meeting in the middle.
The student did not actually throw her rattle out of the pram but it wasn't brill. A new social worker who quite clearly had not read anything in the case file. Had it pointed out that this was a young person with intellectual impairment, then proceeded to speak to the young person like he was delivering a seminar in university.
We even stopped him twice and asked the young person to explain what had just been said to him, which he could not. The Sw then just carried on regardless.
Idiot.
Which brings us neatly on to the highlight of the week - well everyone else thought it was anyway; the Olympic torch. If anyone ever doubted we live in a Police state then this was the proof. The Police were out in force at levels i can't remember since the poll tax riots or when i was on picket lines in the miners strike.
Really it was incredible.
Of course all we needed to make our joy complete was Serenity my step daughter.
Sure enough Sunday off went the phone, let the hysteria commence. Now of course Serenity has decided for some reason to get married this year. On the face of it nothing wrong with that.
Into the ointment though went the fly, not a sensible registry office, with a big marquee borrowed from the music festival on our lawn and step dad and mum catering with a band thrown in by me calling in a few favours. No no, that was not good enough, she is proceeding to arrange an event the like of which has not been seen since the last royal wedding.
A prestigious venue has been booked, sumptuous meals ordered to be washed down with ludicrously overpriced wine. When i reckoned I could supply wine a lot cheaper I got told it would cost Serenity 10 pounds a bottle for the use of their corkscrew!!!
This has produced a budget deficit that would worry George Osbourne and austerity measures that a Tory would consider excessive. All done in the expectation that parents would do some quantitative easing - dream on....
In the midst of all this the last thing Serenity needed was a CARtastrophy. So there I was peacefully enjoying my weekend when the phone exploded. Serenity's VW Sirocco had begun vomiting water and it wasn't a hose so this had to be major meltdown and the recovery service had to attend immediately.
In this case recovery was step dad, who duly loaded the van with spanners and set off to investigate.
Bear in mind of course the undercurrent was that they needed 2 cars for both of them to go to work and so if one was terminal a new one would need to be found on a Sunday afternoon. This was feeling like it might cost me a load of money that Serenity would not be able to repay any time soon.
By the time we arrived Serenity had decided the car was a total write off and that step dad needed to go on a car hunt on a Sunday afternoon.
A check of the situation revealed water being expelled from behind the cam belt cover. Water pump then. The oil was "watery" not because it had water in it but because the car had been very very hot.
In many ways this was for Serenity a nightmare, a new car would have hit the united bank of step dad hard with an unlimited term interest free loan attached.
This was a "get it round the garage and pay for the job yourself with the money you should have held back from paying for the wedding" scenario.
So of course this was not a good result she would be funding the event not me.
It was a small matter of deciding which vehicle she should borrow short term.
VW van - too few seats.
C5 estate - needed to tow the boat
or
Saxo- would have to be this one.
Yesterday got the phone call to go and collect the car, it could not be delivered back to us as it was nearly out of fuel (errrr right)
Around this we have had a couple of mates over from Brittany. This was a couple of sleep free evenings in the making - and so it was. But a good time was had by all.
Tomorrow, we are up bright and early to drive up to Branwens university and collect the furniture she left behind.
Could be another long day.
I like sleep - sleep is good
Rhys
Full on disappointment that I could not get down and run up the fire engine, spent all that time working on it and Saturday morning arrived with all the issues I cured back again with a Vengeance
Since then we have had friends from Brittany here which has been basically staying up all night with a big Social Services meeting in the middle.
The student did not actually throw her rattle out of the pram but it wasn't brill. A new social worker who quite clearly had not read anything in the case file. Had it pointed out that this was a young person with intellectual impairment, then proceeded to speak to the young person like he was delivering a seminar in university.
We even stopped him twice and asked the young person to explain what had just been said to him, which he could not. The Sw then just carried on regardless.
Idiot.
Which brings us neatly on to the highlight of the week - well everyone else thought it was anyway; the Olympic torch. If anyone ever doubted we live in a Police state then this was the proof. The Police were out in force at levels i can't remember since the poll tax riots or when i was on picket lines in the miners strike.
Really it was incredible.
Of course all we needed to make our joy complete was Serenity my step daughter.
Sure enough Sunday off went the phone, let the hysteria commence. Now of course Serenity has decided for some reason to get married this year. On the face of it nothing wrong with that.
Into the ointment though went the fly, not a sensible registry office, with a big marquee borrowed from the music festival on our lawn and step dad and mum catering with a band thrown in by me calling in a few favours. No no, that was not good enough, she is proceeding to arrange an event the like of which has not been seen since the last royal wedding.
A prestigious venue has been booked, sumptuous meals ordered to be washed down with ludicrously overpriced wine. When i reckoned I could supply wine a lot cheaper I got told it would cost Serenity 10 pounds a bottle for the use of their corkscrew!!!
This has produced a budget deficit that would worry George Osbourne and austerity measures that a Tory would consider excessive. All done in the expectation that parents would do some quantitative easing - dream on....
In the midst of all this the last thing Serenity needed was a CARtastrophy. So there I was peacefully enjoying my weekend when the phone exploded. Serenity's VW Sirocco had begun vomiting water and it wasn't a hose so this had to be major meltdown and the recovery service had to attend immediately.
In this case recovery was step dad, who duly loaded the van with spanners and set off to investigate.
Bear in mind of course the undercurrent was that they needed 2 cars for both of them to go to work and so if one was terminal a new one would need to be found on a Sunday afternoon. This was feeling like it might cost me a load of money that Serenity would not be able to repay any time soon.
By the time we arrived Serenity had decided the car was a total write off and that step dad needed to go on a car hunt on a Sunday afternoon.
A check of the situation revealed water being expelled from behind the cam belt cover. Water pump then. The oil was "watery" not because it had water in it but because the car had been very very hot.
In many ways this was for Serenity a nightmare, a new car would have hit the united bank of step dad hard with an unlimited term interest free loan attached.
This was a "get it round the garage and pay for the job yourself with the money you should have held back from paying for the wedding" scenario.
So of course this was not a good result she would be funding the event not me.
It was a small matter of deciding which vehicle she should borrow short term.
VW van - too few seats.
C5 estate - needed to tow the boat
or
Saxo- would have to be this one.
Yesterday got the phone call to go and collect the car, it could not be delivered back to us as it was nearly out of fuel (errrr right)
Around this we have had a couple of mates over from Brittany. This was a couple of sleep free evenings in the making - and so it was. But a good time was had by all.
Tomorrow, we are up bright and early to drive up to Branwens university and collect the furniture she left behind.
Could be another long day.
I like sleep - sleep is good
Rhys
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