Saturday September 16th 2003

Being a carer means I don't have a lot of time to sit down and write things that's been happening. My boy came to stay with aunt Joan, I was a bit anxious about it but I did want to see him again. All this time I've been told I'm not allowed to have anything to do with him, then suddenly it all changes. I'm so proud of him and things he's done, but they don't tell me everything. He had to spend the first night at my house as his job coach spoke to him on the computer the following morning, it was sweltering in my flat I couldn't get his laptop connected to my PC so he used my PC. Set up the camp bed for him, it sits in my airing cupboard taking up all the room. I'm cross with David at the moment because he chucked Karl out on Wednesday, Liz would never allowed this to happen. Apparently Karl had a dream that he stabbed David and David took it too heart, I have since looked up the dreaming which means to cut ties with someone. Instead of contact...