18. Not a biscuit in sight.

After being pronounced sane (laughs manically and strokes cat), we finally signed our Stage 2 Agreement at the end of April, with Home Study Visits scheduled for the first week in May. After being held in stasis for so long, we were amazed to have ALL OF OUR HOME STUDY VISITS IN A WEEK. The first … Continue reading 18. Not a biscuit in sight.

16. Two months and a trip to Hemel later…

March saw us hit a red-bricked-bureaucratic wall. Trump-like in size and dictatorial nature, an immovable and nonsensical bullshit barrier, seemingly designed to prevent capable, well meaning people from adopting traumatised children. Hang on a second whilst I clamber down from my pedestal and take a deep breath. Actually, now we're tentatively moving forward and the … Continue reading 16. Two months and a trip to Hemel later…

15. Stationary traffic

January should have seen all of our home study meetings take place. We dutifully completed our 'homework' and submitted prior to our first scheduled meeting with N. This essentially comprised of information supplied on multiple occasions previously, interspersed with little gems such as: 'describe your childhood in three words' and 'your saddest memory of school' … Continue reading 15. Stationary traffic

14. pow Pow POW

That's how I feel around this time of year: Christmas, New Year, Birthday - boom! We've read a lot about how adoptive children struggle with the festive season. For traumatised children, the bang of crackers, nighttime 'visits from Santa', drinking alcohol and unexpected guests can prove overwhelming, not to mention terrifying. Emotions are often heightened … Continue reading 14. pow Pow POW

12. The life of Brian – a tribute

In 2015 Cara and I purchased a dilapidated 20 year old LDV Convoy van from a man in the dark for £500. Brian, as he came to be known, began life as a 15 seat minibus; he was then converted into a tour bus by a band called the High Barnets. The bloke we bought … Continue reading 12. The life of Brian – a tribute