Uneventful.
I know i should be greatful. Pleased that it has gone without a hitch.....but life has taught me too well....and I am waiting for the sting!
To be honest i think this Xmas has probably gone down as the most boring so far...no kids having to be sprung or pleaded for at the local police station, no serenity with her inventful stories designed for pity and the bank of mum. Even Jamie, the most perfect one has got himself a girlfriend and is hence busy.
The aga played havoc with dinner, but a bit of inventiveness and a smidge of ingenuity payed that one out.
Mr H and I are being nice to each other...the poor bastard is scared to open his phone infront of me and even the computer is bored of playing solitaire and that ubiquitous strategy game. We've chopped the wood and theres bugger all on the telly.
I have no appetite for alcohol, chocolate or money for shopping and i don't even want to buy anything!
I've just logged on to my yahoo groups....One rather dubious dyke wants to know me better, my sister isn't talking to me and the fostering lot.....enough said!
I know by writing this i'm jinxing things but even a bad thing might liven my life up....I AM BORED OUT OF MY SKULL!!!!!
I have never in my life been this bored and i'm scared to death I'll do something to liven the world up.
I'M BORED. BORED, BORED!
Thursday, 27 December 2007
Wednesday, 12 December 2007
Legerdemain the art of deception
Children are probably the best at this art, creeping up the stairs with a packet of biscuites stuffed up the sleeve of their pyjamas...you of course are supposed to ignore the crinkle crinkle of the wrappers.
One of my children hid in a cardboard box....I can't see you so you can't see me. The logic went slightly awry when the box started moving, apparently all by itself along the corridor and through the living room. Now you and I know boxes don't move by themselves......sadly this bit of knowledge had passed young son by.
We let him get away with it....well he was having so much fun!
Teenagers can be quite good in the art of deception league, although it usually involves lots of other people ........and that is probably its achiles heal. The more people who are in on the deceiving, the more likely it is someone will dob you in. Teenagers-keep it simple!
Men on the other hand are generally totally useless at deception-it is often only by the apparent collusion of women that men believe they have got away with their trickery.
One of my favourites is "well i would have told you but you didn't ask the right question"....ergo its your stupidity as a woman. You should be intelligent enough to ask correctly.
Let me tell you busters we usually know the answer but are trying to deceive ourselves.
Where men go wrong is they deviate from the norm e.g.....shut the computer lid right down....instant give away.
One of my children hid in a cardboard box....I can't see you so you can't see me. The logic went slightly awry when the box started moving, apparently all by itself along the corridor and through the living room. Now you and I know boxes don't move by themselves......sadly this bit of knowledge had passed young son by.
We let him get away with it....well he was having so much fun!
Teenagers can be quite good in the art of deception league, although it usually involves lots of other people ........and that is probably its achiles heal. The more people who are in on the deceiving, the more likely it is someone will dob you in. Teenagers-keep it simple!
Men on the other hand are generally totally useless at deception-it is often only by the apparent collusion of women that men believe they have got away with their trickery.
One of my favourites is "well i would have told you but you didn't ask the right question"....ergo its your stupidity as a woman. You should be intelligent enough to ask correctly.
Let me tell you busters we usually know the answer but are trying to deceive ourselves.
Where men go wrong is they deviate from the norm e.g.....shut the computer lid right down....instant give away.
Tuesday, 11 December 2007
SAME MISTAKES?
My darling eldest daughter, better known in some literery circles as serenity the calm one has found herself a boyfriend....one, it looks as if, she is moving into her home.
Personally i can't understand all this "have to have a man" lark. If Mr Hughes were to disappear off the radar I might consider a man for Fridays....probably less fattening than a crunchie!
The last great intellectual thinker was sent packing back to the seaside town he came from, sadly he emptied the bank account,leaving the children hungry.
This new bloke, however, seems on the face of it an alright bloke....so why does my sixth sense bullshit radar keep bleeping and waking me up in the night?
He's a self employed builder so why does he need to sign on the dole?
Surely he just relocates his work up here.
The last job he did was a roofing job and he's owed £2500 from that....didn't mention any other jobs.
Strange he didn't say why he hadn't been paid.....and he didn't seem all that keen on retrieving it via the courts.
Didn't mention cashflow, accounts or even the old inland revenue.
He did however say he'd been a labourer.
He's lost his lisence for speeding......lets hope thats for the fast form not the pharmacuetical type!
He's a computer programmer....well, ok he's a little nerdy.
Everyone else seemed to like him.
Am i being misanthropic ?
I don't think so.
My bullshit radar says he's a doggiedoo!
Personally i can't understand all this "have to have a man" lark. If Mr Hughes were to disappear off the radar I might consider a man for Fridays....probably less fattening than a crunchie!
The last great intellectual thinker was sent packing back to the seaside town he came from, sadly he emptied the bank account,leaving the children hungry.
This new bloke, however, seems on the face of it an alright bloke....so why does my sixth sense bullshit radar keep bleeping and waking me up in the night?
He's a self employed builder so why does he need to sign on the dole?
Surely he just relocates his work up here.
The last job he did was a roofing job and he's owed £2500 from that....didn't mention any other jobs.
Strange he didn't say why he hadn't been paid.....and he didn't seem all that keen on retrieving it via the courts.
Didn't mention cashflow, accounts or even the old inland revenue.
He did however say he'd been a labourer.
He's lost his lisence for speeding......lets hope thats for the fast form not the pharmacuetical type!
He's a computer programmer....well, ok he's a little nerdy.
Everyone else seemed to like him.
Am i being misanthropic ?
I don't think so.
My bullshit radar says he's a doggiedoo!
Monday, 3 December 2007
A herd of SHEEP
I'm a foster carer. I work for a local authority not a private agency.....Not that, thats a problem for me...Children need to be looked after in a variety of places and situations.
There is no boot that fits all needs!
I work 110 miles away from the authority who kindly support me in my work. I know in America and in Africa this is less of a probl;em, where people travel many miles a day.
For me and the children i look after, however, it can seem a million miles or just down the road.
Our government, in Britain, have quite rightly identified that children should be looked after closer to their roots. This helps with continuity of friendships, schooling and contact with family. It helps build resilience, an ability to cope with lifes struggles and strife and to have better outcomes in life.
Like sheep, the authority follow their leaders, baahing and bleating to their callers dance.
Children, settled for many years, schooled well, with many friends and contacts locally are being pulled back, drawn by the buzz of the city, if they are older, and if younger by diverse and devious means.
A tick in the box for the inspectors, for each child brought back in. A tick in the box for the government and the local authority.
It wasn't right, perhaps to move some of these children so far away from their home grown environments. I wonder after so much time if it is right to move them back.
Do two wrongs make a right?
But....they almost certainly make a tick in the box!
Baaa Baaa Bleat Bleat
Perhaps we are so locked into evidencing our practice that we've lost sight of the values that underpin it.
There is no boot that fits all needs!
I work 110 miles away from the authority who kindly support me in my work. I know in America and in Africa this is less of a probl;em, where people travel many miles a day.
For me and the children i look after, however, it can seem a million miles or just down the road.
Our government, in Britain, have quite rightly identified that children should be looked after closer to their roots. This helps with continuity of friendships, schooling and contact with family. It helps build resilience, an ability to cope with lifes struggles and strife and to have better outcomes in life.
Like sheep, the authority follow their leaders, baahing and bleating to their callers dance.
Children, settled for many years, schooled well, with many friends and contacts locally are being pulled back, drawn by the buzz of the city, if they are older, and if younger by diverse and devious means.
A tick in the box for the inspectors, for each child brought back in. A tick in the box for the government and the local authority.
It wasn't right, perhaps to move some of these children so far away from their home grown environments. I wonder after so much time if it is right to move them back.
Do two wrongs make a right?
But....they almost certainly make a tick in the box!
Baaa Baaa Bleat Bleat
Perhaps we are so locked into evidencing our practice that we've lost sight of the values that underpin it.
Saturday, 1 December 2007
Xmas Presents
That season is upon us once again.....of good will to all men.
Not in my house!
For several years now i have received tokens of love at Christmas. Well thats what he calls them.
Effort of thought has gone lovingly into each choice gift....Rotovator, electric Jigsaw, workbench, felling axe, ride on lawnmower and a fossil fish in a bit of stone.
Is he hard of thinking you may wonder.
Now you may think that perhaps these are presies he would have liked for himself. Not at all is the garden for him, nor carpentery or D.I.Y and where the fish comes in is totally beyond me.
Perhaps he desired to bring an element of suprise to our relationship.
He has, however, benefitted from each gift....well apart from the fish. He has enjoyed the spuds and home grown, peas and onions, not to mention the goosegogs. He delighted in the boxes made for his green goddess engine heads and has had endless laughs at the thought of me chopping down trees.
Not for him this year, his annual supply of pants and socks (mainly because he tries to make them last a whole year without washing them) One pair a month....told you he was romantic.
Not for him the annual documentary of his life...an only fools and horses dvd or a thought provoking book by Mr Mortimer. Not for him the smellies....lets face it nothing can cover up the smell of infused pants and rigid socks.
No, not for him, a brass bell for his G.G. or a sign writing token.
A shaver, a toothbrush, a grooming set would be wasted on this virtuous vagabond and clothes would soon benefit from an oily dip....Man at C&A....more like man from greasy garage.
This year, i plan to seek my revenge.
A notable gadget has come to my attention, a robotic mop! The blurb says it will clean your floors and wait for it...difficult to reach places! It can do this with 98% accuracy!!!
Lego have a mindstorm programmable robot.....I thought i could get older son to programme it as a surrogate mother type and make it follow him, reminding him to wash his hands, brush his teeth and change his pants and socks, pick up his clothes and pack him off to work.
Dream on i suspect!
Not in my house!
For several years now i have received tokens of love at Christmas. Well thats what he calls them.
Effort of thought has gone lovingly into each choice gift....Rotovator, electric Jigsaw, workbench, felling axe, ride on lawnmower and a fossil fish in a bit of stone.
Is he hard of thinking you may wonder.
Now you may think that perhaps these are presies he would have liked for himself. Not at all is the garden for him, nor carpentery or D.I.Y and where the fish comes in is totally beyond me.
Perhaps he desired to bring an element of suprise to our relationship.
He has, however, benefitted from each gift....well apart from the fish. He has enjoyed the spuds and home grown, peas and onions, not to mention the goosegogs. He delighted in the boxes made for his green goddess engine heads and has had endless laughs at the thought of me chopping down trees.
Not for him this year, his annual supply of pants and socks (mainly because he tries to make them last a whole year without washing them) One pair a month....told you he was romantic.
Not for him the annual documentary of his life...an only fools and horses dvd or a thought provoking book by Mr Mortimer. Not for him the smellies....lets face it nothing can cover up the smell of infused pants and rigid socks.
No, not for him, a brass bell for his G.G. or a sign writing token.
A shaver, a toothbrush, a grooming set would be wasted on this virtuous vagabond and clothes would soon benefit from an oily dip....Man at C&A....more like man from greasy garage.
This year, i plan to seek my revenge.
A notable gadget has come to my attention, a robotic mop! The blurb says it will clean your floors and wait for it...difficult to reach places! It can do this with 98% accuracy!!!
Lego have a mindstorm programmable robot.....I thought i could get older son to programme it as a surrogate mother type and make it follow him, reminding him to wash his hands, brush his teeth and change his pants and socks, pick up his clothes and pack him off to work.
Dream on i suspect!
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