Friday, 29 April 2011

Diwrnod i'r brenin

Today has been most royal at Penole. This morning i royally waved. the chainsaw at the woodpile creating a princely pile of wood. Which got axed like an executioner followed by the royal procession wheelbarrow to the wood shed.



Then our own little regal procession to Sereinties loaded with bullion or flooring slabs, Offload that lot then off for a celebratory shop at bookers  Everything we bought was on reduction except cooking oil and that was for the car so you could say it is diesel on reduction.



On into town where Morrisons urged me to "let's celebrate the royal wedding" I thought "better idea, let's not bother".



I have seen nothing of the royal day, for all i know Al Quaida might have done something useful like slip a nuke under the altar and most of the worlds leaders have been vaporised.


One thing that did vanish is a  comment from Tina hit the wrong button and deleted it, a pity you can't do that to the royals, or the Tories.....  Must have been a subliminal wish when I hit delete not publish.



R

hooray hooray

So today some obscure member of a privileged family will marry a commoner and we will all, apparently, rejoice.

Last time we had a Tory government which was imposing destruction on the country and creating inequality we had the same carnival to divert the proletariat.

I wasn't into that one and I won't buy into this one.

Worst thing is though, with the builders building the Sky dish was disconnected, yesterday it went back on. The kids have bee quite happy with IPlayer and the web. Now the telly is back on and I just know we will have it the wedding inflicted on us from all channels  

R


Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Happy holidays

So a happy weeked was has chasing the mower round the field. The students greenhouse got moved  to the bottom field to a slightly less sunny site but one where the wind will wreak less carnage.


Grow bags got bought manure got procured and lots of money got pushed into the hand of the garden centre fellow.


Today a Branwen got taken to the train station and bookers got bookered. Lots of stuff on short dates found it's way into our trolley and we came home.


The front of the house got cleared and a list of jobs for tomorrow prepared.



Tomorrow the student is a student for a day again, so we have to take charge and get things done.


We have a work list, orders have been given.

Her will will be done....

R







Niwl ar frynie Dyfed....





Monday, 25 April 2011

Pigsty in the national park restored by a team of stonemasons including no one son Taliesin.







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Thursday, 21 April 2011

Weekends and holidays

Those of you who do proper jobs probably came home from today looking forwards to spending tomorrow sat in the car on the M89 as the children amuse themselves destroying the interior of the car.


For us foster carers, "holiday" is the opposite of time off. It's a 24/7 experience of being on call. Thankfully we have done the tough work with our current 2 and they are turning into competent and resilient young men.


Of course there is also young P who is no longer fostered but has arrived today to stay for a week. He is entering his teenage years and therefore into the "grunt" stage of development.


Normally we would be heading off to the ferry but of course with our personal economy in the total doldrums we are firmly tied to the house here.  We need to get the house next door into a state where we can rent it, if nothing else.

R








Sometimes it takes time.


Now, I've always had reservations about letting the MD lose in a social work department. Sooner or later she would be bound to meet someone whose practice was not up to scratch.So  far things have gone OK because of course this advocacy service is not too packed with social workers and she really loves it there.

Yesterday though, she was asked to observe a review meeting for a gentleman who has worked for 30 years for the council and wanted amongst other things to go on a long train journey. The social worker involved sounds like she is everything that's bad in social work.  Controlling, dis empowering, patronising, the works.

The student god bless her was on fine form, her "facilitator" got her out of the room before she really got into her stride however. The Social Worker went off to complain to the training officer about the student. The agency she is working for want to talk about a part time post....

R