As I said on 1st September, some days there’s nothing in the archive, other days there was more going on than one woman can handle. You may need coffee to get through/over this one from 2015 (I’ve left in the typos)
Fan freakin tastic!!!
I thought I had Thunderthighs next academic year all sorted out then
"Has he got an Education Health Plan?"
No he has a Statement, EHPs weren't in force when he was in Treegrass School.
So I ring Connextions who pass me on to the SEND Local Offer and the 'phone is
answered (thank God) by someone who's known Thunderthighs since Playscheme
days.
"Oh his Statement would have ceased when he
left school, so it will have to be a request for an assessment for an EHP, and
as he's over 16 it will have to be a request from him or the educational
establishment"
WTF????
Why did nobody tell me his Statement has ceased and
that it would need changing?
School, Connextions the College - I am not effin
psychic!
So I could have had this sorted over a year ago if
someone had actually told me!
Not 4 flaming working days before the course
starts.
Kentishlady I feel for you. We have had the run around over Kentishlad's dyslexia - it's the way things are (not) done these days.....
Bentonbag Went downstairs. Got totally ignored by Ferretfingers when I asked him about his lunch, knocked my head putting the bin back after emptying and then had what my uni-flatmate-friend Paula would call a crysis. The noise of which brought Thunderthighs downstairs to see what was going on. I think he now has an idea how stressful and exhausting this and looking after and out for them all is for me, because I don't think he's ever seen his mother quite so out of control. On the bright side he's now hoovered the stairs up to his loftroom which I've been nagging him about for weeks.
Bentonbag Any way after I'd calmed down and blown my nose the 'phone rang.
Bentonbag Just in case anyone thinks I'm cracking up I've just had an interesting weekend with Ferretfingers' ear. Saturday teatime he complained of earache, cried all night. Sunday we went to pharmacy/Battle Hill walk in centre/pharmacy for antibiotics. Ibruprofen and paracetamol and stronger stuff made no difference. He cried all Sunday and Monday night. On Tuesday we got a GP appointment and visit to Freeman ENT where his ear was cleaned out (tiny little hoovery thing),and a wick put in so that antibiotic drops reach behind the swelling and we were given stronger/better/different antibiotics.
Mrs Lasagne Oh Benton poor you and poor Ferretfingers and what a worry for Thunderthighs ,what a time you're having ,love and hugs xxx
Friends of Fat Steve (RIP)
Those of you who were close to Stephen* will know that he had stocked up for
most of his future needs. Sadly he never needed the two dozen facecloths, half
a dozen tubs of Johnsons baby powder, gloves, hats, coats etc. We brought it
all up here and distributed as much as possible amongst friends and kept the
rest for the boys and myself to use up.
His two tents, rucksack and most of the above will be sent to the Calais
Refugees - I hope he'd approve.
I've burnt off quite a lot of emotional energy going through drawers and
cupboards sorting out other things the boys and I have grown out of or will
never actually get around to using or wearing. Quite catharctic
DW He would've approved I'm sure!
*Fester’s baby brother who died suddenly and unexpected in our Annus Horribilis 2012
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