Saturday, 31 May 2008

Tick box target world.

Perhaps it is just me becoming old and cantankerous or even developing wisdom but it has seemed to me that for these last few years we have become tick box targeted out.

In any area of public life there will be targets to be met and ticks to be placed in boxes that indicate we are doing all right or far too often that we are not.

For looked after children whole rafts of targets have been set for things to be attained.

Children will no more be removed but parents helped to parent, on the face of it not such a bad idea.

Children taken into care likewise, will not be helicoptered miles from their community but will be brought up in the places they know amongst the people who know them. This is where the wheels start to fall off the cart.

No problem with the above assertion and indeed there is evidence to support the proposal, trouble is it does not generate an easy box within which to place a tick. Enter the concept of "not placed out of county", this is an easy tick in the box but one which can severely limit the scope of good practice. In practice you could move a child a hell of a distance in Yorkshire or Powys and still be in county. Move them across the street cross the county border and you can have the same community but the different county makes the move "bad" in a blind tick box target led service.

In our case, we traditionally took children who were out of control or in danger in their own communities or who were positively a menace within it. Children who had a second chance and a fresh start away from the things that threatened to drag them down. For the vast majority of children this has been an enormous positive and most have returned over the years. Except of course where the dreaded social workers have forbidden that they do.

But it will happen no more. No more daycastle children will be placed in the west.

What is missing in all this is joined up thinking.

There is an increasing and uncritical acceptance that taking children into care is bad but framed in a discourse that is driven by negative policing rather than of positive mentoring and support which seeks to do more of what is good rather than stamp on that which is less so.

We have come full circle, no longer remove children from adversity, rather leave them there, no mentoring good behaviour but orders that control the bad. When society only notices the times that children are out of control small wonder they get more of what they look for.

This week we have seen potential re runs of the Climbie scenario, two separate cases where children have been removed from adversity, in body bags.

IN it's very sad way this is a positive. There will doubtless be panic, blame will be avoided at all costs, parents will be vilified and demonised, junior staff may be disciplined but no mention will be made of fiscal constraint.

At the end of it all the wheel may well start to turn the other way.

For us, all it will take is for the media to notice neglectful and poor service in daycastle, as soon as the press are again following a child as the council stand by and watch her move into prostitution, they trail the young boy going to visit a known paedophile, then in the depths of the West, in that farm a mile from the nearest right of way, the phone will ring.

The thinking will not be joined up, but avoidance of blame and liability seldom generate clear thought.

It might though merit a tick in the box and a target met....

R







Friday, 30 May 2008

A grand day out....

Hot on the trails of thought about journeys being necessary came yesterday and a trip out up the motorway.

The purpose being contact for the looked after kids with their real parents.

Fostering is an interesting job always about the children and rarely helped by the Social Work dimension.

That said the childrens SW are a pleasure to work with it's the fostering service that has ideas above it's station.

Annual review on Monday and they are coming to explain our inadequacies to us.

Of course we might have our own take on this and a few points to raise..

But I digress, yesterday we took one of ours to meet his mum and had a nice suprise. His sister has moved home, she is one of the lovliest we ever fostered. Of course her life, just like most looked after children has been a mess. She has just dumped her latest boyfriend a lad calculated to make your heart sink at the best of times.

But, she ran out of the house and threw her arms around management, saying:

"Thank you for looking after my brother, I know he's safe while he's with you."

In the scheme of thing it does not count for much. But, when they come down on monday with their sour faces and boxes to tick I know what will help me get through it.

R






Thursday, 29 May 2008

Flexible friends.....

Now there was a time when they used to call, credit cards flexible friends.

In reality they are an invitation to spend today what you might earn tomorrow and gamble on the possibility that you do.

The world economy is in a mess, a mess created by believing that tomorrow would never arrive. That house prices allways go up and that resources can be used without a thought. Like driving a car without checking the fuel gauge and working out what you will do when it hits empty and how you will pay for it.

Now, it has to be said, at least some of the rise in commodities is down to speculation and money being moved out of property into commodities when a world is suddenly less certain. In the same way as the credit card, buying today in anticipation that everything will be dearer by the time you come to pay for it.

Truckers here in the UK are protesting and French fishermen are laying siege to the channel ports. This is like protesting that it goes dark. Complaining about the inevitable.

But the reality is that a tank of diesel has gone up about one percent this week. We have allready started to rein in our expenditure and go back to world war two thinking;

"Is your journey really necessary"

I drove up to Nottingham this week, on a tidal wave of joie de vie and with scant regard for cameras, enjoying the Xantias urge and ability to easily consume nearly 100 miles every hour. My next trip might be an exploration of it's ability to cover distance without using masses of fuel.

R







Tuesday, 27 May 2008

Fosse forks sakes....

So off I went today on one of our epics.

Covered a lot of the UK in one go.

West Wales to Melton Mowbray north to Newark and on some more.

The GPS was taken for company and the atlas for use....

I am now totally convinced of the uselessness of that technology. Autoroute too, very handy to be able to get a map at a click of a button but the route finder should only be used to work out where there will be congestion as the lemmings blindly converge.

I am not sure how much of a part that played in the time being a mere 13 hours, including stops and meals and all down time.

I also dumped the motorway in favour of the A46, I went back to roads the Romans made.

Distance covered in the region of 600 miles on one tank of diesel too.

It has to be said that the Xantia rocks....

It is also absolutely full of parts I bought and Green Goddess related literature recovered from a skip.

R

Monday, 26 May 2008

Bank holiday blues...



Just as I was anticipating a day of no note.

Eve, the elder matriarch of the cats here.

Has suddenly died.

Very puzzling really, she had not been ill and even in death her coat was it's usual clean fine white with the black patch over one eye that almost gave her the appearance of a pirate.

A cat of great cunning who would often let herself into the house by launching herself upwards and grabbing the door handle. Who could get past a tackle better than Shane Williams if there was a warm house with tasty scraps on the other side. Who could be relied to be first in the cue for food.

Nothing to hint how or why today.

Kids quite upset, eldest daughter officiated with a wooden wine box making a coffin.

Tallie and her dug a hole.

Poor old Eve and only about 7 too, not that old for a cat.

I had just lit the fire too, she would have liked that.

I would have had greater confidence in her ability to get to it than in mine to stop her.

R

bank holiday blues


It's a strange UK truism that you only have to make a day a national holiday in the UK and the weather is immediately jinxed.

I am sat on our mountain here, management has escaped to IKEA causing waves of distress when I logged on to internet banking.....

The wind is howling, the rain has been battering the windows, I am contemplating lighting the fire to generate some warmth in this house.

A complete contrast to yesterday when the day was almost bearable and children played in the garden.

Today the cats have all been laying siege to the house. Diving through doors and running to hide under beds and in cupboard to avoid being thrown back out into the sort of weather you can only get in late May.

With our sole car away I have been sort of stuck, didn't really fancy a trip into town int the fire engine today. Parking might be an issue, not for me, just for all the other vehicles around me!!

Tomorrow I am off on wild manouveres: west wales to leicestershire then nottinghamshire and home.

Sunday, 25 May 2008

Log chopin, water pumpin, duck racing, the all action day...

Photos copyright Branwen aka Sir Bruce


So yesterday was the day of our invasion of the Gwaun Valley. The annual log chop and duck race with a pumpathon thrown in for good measure. Here is the Gwauns infamous pub - Bessie's


Of course to keep up our recent theme the first thing that happened was a locker door hitting me on the head. Out of mercy for those of delicate sensibility I have left out the photos which feature torn flesh and claret. But the first bit of Goddess kit deployed was the first aid kit!!!
Still we soon had the branches set up. At one stage the water was landing on the roof of that cottage!
Nice backdrop for water.
The yellow NI issue goddess sends a subtle message to the detractors in government who said they were old and of no further use....
Speaks for itself really.....
Two ground monitors with nozzles over an inch wide.
NYV795 with a body coach built by weymanns

Instant flood....
We are very lucky to live where we do. Branwen ace photographer wandered off .
Bethan sat down before she got knocked over.
Brother and sister work as a team.
Here comes the "duck race" gis a tenner and I fire your duck over the finish line....