Blimey!
It's been 10 days since Mr and Mrs SketchWeasel decided to resign from their positions as House Parents.
We have decided to have a controlled explosion of our lives ... and so far it's going quite well, apart from throwing a wobbly at our boss, who was one of the many reasons for us quitting in the first place!
We finish our job here at the end of term, what will we do next? Who knows??
We have been trying to buy a house since January - but it's a house with a bit of a 'history' - basically a bloke and his missus bought it, they split up and went their seperate ways, meanwhile Mr Bloke rented it out, unfortunately, Mr Bloke wasn't completely honest when he put it on the market, he told the estate agents that he was a sole owner ... whoops!
That was back in January, we are still waiting for the seperation of property papers to pass between Mr Bloke and his Missus's solicitor and our solicitor.
AAAARGH!
As if I haven't got enough on my plate already! Come the end of July, if the house buying doesn't go through, my family are going to be homeless.
We'll just have to buy another caravan and make like hippies again and trust in our Mojo that we will be able to find somewhere to park it, somewhere near a decent primary school, where my daughter will get the support she needs for her dyslexia and mental health problems.
Ho hum .....
