It’s my Blogaversary.
Virtual cakes and bubbly are on that virtual trestle table over there.
11 years and counting!!!
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It’s been a busy few weeks.
Heather’s finished school now and is working occasional evenings in a takeaway. This is to provide a bit of cash to tide her over the summer hols.
She goes out a lot more on her own now which is a bit of a shock to the system. We told her a while ago to start telling us rather than asking us when she had plans. Lord knows, my Mum had no idea what I was up to at 16.
She was in last night, fortunately as we had a massive thunderstorm. Quite a few of the folk on our street turned out to watch the show, all being washed in as the downpour arrived.
It was welcome after a two day “mini” heat wave has had all feeling a bit drained.
Jodie is behaving herself at the moment. She’s talking about healthy eating and sorting her room out and we’re not going to get in her way! Her good humour and wit are very welcome as now we hear laughter rolling around the house. She still bickers with her sister but is mostly better minded than she has been.
Mum is a bit more shaky though. We speak to her through the week and Ashley and I pop in on odd days. She loves the visits and still comes to ours on Saturdays. She’s not going to Dad’s rose bush in the crem much. Maybe she’s trying to move on. Someone’s been though, as there were flowers all dried up in the pot by his plaque. I took them out and emptied the rancid water onto the soil. It still tickles me to think that even this low level of maintenance would have annoyed him. Fuss!
We’ve just sat through an important review in Ashley’s school. The Statement, which until now has covered his educational needs is being expanded to include his health and social care. The lass who is masterminding this change seemed quite enthusiastic and even stopped to chat afterwards. Unfortunately his stand in teacher, who finishes in a fortnight, was found a bit wanting. She doesn’t read the hand-over book and tried wriggling out of my politely put questions. She even raised her spectacles and placed them on her noticeable nose in order to peer at me as she spoke. I remained my charming self as I pointed out that her proclaimed diligence didn’t include the note we put in the diary the previous day. She humphed and settled back as the Chair, a great friend of ours, although hugely amused by this, continued singing the wee man’s praises. All is in hand as the school has agreed to work with us toward his increased independence and his transition to Special High School (11-19) in September.
Occasional humps in the road are there to be stood on, I think.
