Little D has gone off into town today, the flat his little mates and him were taking over has gone ad now the big plan is a room in another shared house. His SW finally emerged from the woodwork today and was suitably horrified. She seems to think he will never cope, we were more concerned with the maths of it all and how he was going to afford to live there. The 60 pounds a week rent, he announced, was inclusive, it covered everything. A quick call to the letting agent confirmed his story, 60 pounds covered everything, except gas, or electricity, or food.
All looking good there then!
We have only been asking for a proper planning meeting for two years. The Pathway Plan should have been started when he was 15. The hilarious suggestion at the moment is that we can simply not bother with an assessment of needs (case law says not) and proceed to a plan to meet the needs we have not bothered to assess. Great stuff, then the little ditty for the SW that she is off back to doing hospital SW as she does not like how things are shaping up in the Child Health team. Now, personally I don't blame her for going, but it would appear this is just a ploy to force leaving care to take on the case. This is a young persons life we are on about here not some little petty game of politics.
The student and big D and I spent a happy half hour being blinded by sawdust this morning as the chain saw tore a load of firewood apart. After half an hour or so I had gotten properly bored so retired to the house.
Next job, over to the Greasy Garage and fit some parts to the little Citroen AX.
It's funny in life, one of the things you have to live with is that in 5 seconds you could be dead. On the way back I was driving a narrow twisty limited visibility country lane when, round the corner exploded a windscreen full of truck. No where to go i was pretty sure this thing was going to hit the AX which would fall apart as he ran over it. Good afternoon to the grim reaper.
How we managed to stop without a nasty head to head incident I am still trying to figure out
He then went on, when I reversed into a passing place to try and remove the back end of the car, in reality he was not properly able to see what his truck was doing. I couldn't get mad, I was too busy being gad to be alive
The upshot was some scratches on Dave, Bethans car and a promise of lots of telegraph poles so we can build, at last our shed for all the trucks
This could even be viewed as a bit of a result!!
Less of a result is the news from the hospital, The students mum has taken a turn and not for the better. Her son was called in today and it looks like her kidneys are giving out. 101 is a damn good outing, but it looks like her systems are shutting down. I could say lots of things about her but at the end of her riotous 101 st birthday party I said - "do it again next year" and she said "yes" with a wicked gleam in her eye.
She was 96 when she went to Australia and 98 when she gave up country dancing.
Last time she spoke to Gwion she told him life wasn't fun any more.
At the end of the day, maybe when it isn't fun it's time to go.
R
R
All looking good there then!
We have only been asking for a proper planning meeting for two years. The Pathway Plan should have been started when he was 15. The hilarious suggestion at the moment is that we can simply not bother with an assessment of needs (case law says not) and proceed to a plan to meet the needs we have not bothered to assess. Great stuff, then the little ditty for the SW that she is off back to doing hospital SW as she does not like how things are shaping up in the Child Health team. Now, personally I don't blame her for going, but it would appear this is just a ploy to force leaving care to take on the case. This is a young persons life we are on about here not some little petty game of politics.
The student and big D and I spent a happy half hour being blinded by sawdust this morning as the chain saw tore a load of firewood apart. After half an hour or so I had gotten properly bored so retired to the house.
Next job, over to the Greasy Garage and fit some parts to the little Citroen AX.
It's funny in life, one of the things you have to live with is that in 5 seconds you could be dead. On the way back I was driving a narrow twisty limited visibility country lane when, round the corner exploded a windscreen full of truck. No where to go i was pretty sure this thing was going to hit the AX which would fall apart as he ran over it. Good afternoon to the grim reaper.
How we managed to stop without a nasty head to head incident I am still trying to figure out
He then went on, when I reversed into a passing place to try and remove the back end of the car, in reality he was not properly able to see what his truck was doing. I couldn't get mad, I was too busy being gad to be alive
The upshot was some scratches on Dave, Bethans car and a promise of lots of telegraph poles so we can build, at last our shed for all the trucks
This could even be viewed as a bit of a result!!
Less of a result is the news from the hospital, The students mum has taken a turn and not for the better. Her son was called in today and it looks like her kidneys are giving out. 101 is a damn good outing, but it looks like her systems are shutting down. I could say lots of things about her but at the end of her riotous 101 st birthday party I said - "do it again next year" and she said "yes" with a wicked gleam in her eye.
She was 96 when she went to Australia and 98 when she gave up country dancing.
Last time she spoke to Gwion she told him life wasn't fun any more.
At the end of the day, maybe when it isn't fun it's time to go.
R
R
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