Sometimes life isn't fair, sometimes it's just unreasonable.

I took a call on Tuesday from a legal guy at Social Services for the city where my son lives. He apologised that I hadn't received a promised letter from them about the guardianship application and that he had been reviewing the file prior to it being closed formally. They really had no concerns for my son and wanted to leave well-alone. They had written to the aunt's solicitors just after Christmas and hadn't had a response either.

Today a lady called from Social Services saying she was to visit my son on Friday afternoon, after school. She had been tasked with writing a report before the file is closed and wanted to see him first. I had written, before Christmas, asking if anyone was going to listen to my son's views so I suppose I'm to blame! Anyway, I told her that things had moved on; he now wanted to move South to live with me and his sister. I added that I could support him and had secured a place at the nearby secondary school if he wanted it.

I spoke to my son as he finished school a short while ago, and told him about the visit tomorrow. He does not like dealing with the SS so tends to say very little. I tried to calm him by saying she would not be making any decisions about him and he could simply tell her what he thought, namely that he wanted to live with me.

"I'm still thinking about that".

Doh!
Shiraz