Iola's Idiocy

Well to day was a bit of a silly way to spend a day - although could also be construed as worthy/caring/foolish depending on your view point. Spent the day with the aerie Faery lady in York. She told me the tale of evil Social workers and their involvement in her children and grandchilds life in full from beginning to end today (I've heard it virtually all before but in various bits over the years) then I also got a great deal of other sagas from beginning to end instead of the usual piecemeal selection. It would appear that they have been stunningly hard done by in a way that beggars all belief - child kept of school when mum was depressed: child's attendance becomes so poor social services contacted, social services remove child temporarily a short while later, Gran not contacted, gran when finds out is excluded from care negotiations, child returns and is removed again once or twice. Baby 2 (result of possible unwanted sex, not certain) born by cesarean on Monday mum and baby in court on Friday (mum in wheelchair) baby taken away. Mum hemorrhages on Monday. Mum expected to visit baby daily on other side of town (2 buses away) for 6 months, then deemed unfit, baby adopted against her will. Of course this is grans version of events, wonder what the social services report of it all reads like?

Very glad I have not had to live this life - even if the good bits that slot between are very good (lots of channeling, opening up, unblocking of emotional etc blocks stories) the shattered state of my friend - and the complete lack of logic of the "the government should do..." The government are out to destroy us ... etc type of talk (I resisted the urge to ask did you vote last election?) is merely one symptom. I'd love to be able to pick up the pieces and glue them together so the life works again. But instead I can only be a pair of ears.

Prior to my trip to York I managed to purchase a pattern for the latest sewing adventure, sadly the length of cloth that has arrived today is not as much as I expected. An oversite by the vendor I'm sure lets hope he responds positively to my email, the other 3m of PVC arrive and my first complicated sewing attempt in 11 years can start... risque clothing the stuff of fantasy for many years, who'd have guessed I'd ever have the confidence to wear it? (OK so to most people a pair of trousers isn't risque but it's the material and it's a package kind of thing)