The wellbeing and sanity of the parents of a special needs child depends in part on the caring professions, providers and administrators doing their job with some level of competence.
When the boys went to school they travelled in taxis, or minibuses, organised by Schools Transport. At first we were instructed not to contact the taxi driver if a child wasn’t going to school, but to phone Schools Transport who would deal with it. The snag with this is that Schools Transport worked 9 to 5, or at best 8.30 to 5, and most children were picked up before this. So eventually common sense prevailed and we were given the taxi driver’s number…
From Facebook archives…
27 February 2010 at 22:41 ·
Thunderthighs
had sickness and diarrhoea this evening. Fish, chips and bourbon biscuits all
brought up into a bucket whilst he sat on loo. So no school for him on Monday and I've made a nest for him on the
bedroom floor because the last thing you want is someone with d&v in the
top bunk
28 February 2010 at 12:16 ·
Tried to
'phone Thunderthighs’ taxi driver to tell him he won't be going to school
tomorrow due to the 48-hours-off-after-vomiting rule - only to find Schools
Transport had given me the wrong number - and that only after I'd written to
them asking for one.
Chocolate ashtrays
the lot of them
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