Oh dear.
Had a turbulent time with Mummy & Daddy today. Things are getting to the verge of unmanageability, with some major stress coming from the telephone. After installing C2 on the Walking Bus armed with an empty yogurt pot to turn into a model rickshaw, and dropping C1 at school, I managed to roll up at Tyncella at 08:50 in time to get some kind of plan in place.
Taking over control of making phone calls made a difference. Being able to speak to social workers, GP, other duty workers and take the pressure off Mummy is something I am able to do.
The whole system is flawed.
We will find a solution. Hopefully by Monday.
Home to washing uniforms, a spot of GloWhite for the off-white shirts, salad for tea with strawberries and trifle, a glass of red wine for me NOW, some minor shouting (me) and pouting (C1) and soon all will be well in the world of Soooz.
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