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 contacting me, David tried to find Brian my X online. Aunt Joan says he didn't have my number, absolute rubbish!! He could have gone through her to get a message to me, but no he's rather contact a dangerous drug addict. I'm worried that Karl might try to find him.
Aunt Joan said David kept shouting at him, he never was very good. I just couldn't warm to David when ever I met him.
I went to Bournemouth for the day with my boy. It was scorching hot and hot on the bus, I think half of Salisbury must have went down. We stopped off at Boscombe pier, they have these pipes that make musical notes, Karl likes that sort of thing.
jumped on the land train as it was too hot to walk, went on the pier I managed to get Karl on for child prices. I was worried I couldn't get him out the arcades but he was ok, I was like that at his age.
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