Yesterday our daughter’s Mrs Woman came and together they attempted to make cheese scones. By Mrs Woman’s own admission, she can’t cook. Our daughter can – or rather could, once upon a time – cook and bake. What they made bore a closer resemblance to biscuits than scones but hey, our daughter enjoyed making them … Continue reading Baking

We need to see a doctor, a GP type doctor, and soon. We don’t do doctors, we have to be in too much pain for painkillers to touch before we even consider it. We’ve gone past considering.  It’s the weekend – of course it is, Sod’s Law – so an out of hour duty doctor … Continue reading

Another new woman

On top of our Mrs New Woman, we’ve gained another new woman but this time more for our daughter. She’s under the umbrella of social services but “the nice ones” and so far she’s just a little bit awesome. She came yesterday to do a kind of assessment to see if we fall under their … Continue reading Another new woman

Twelve months on

A year ago we started making a series of decisions, all with unknown consequences, always hoping – but crucially never knowing – we were doing the right thing. A year ago our psych made the decision to suggest our daughter went to stay with her dad for the weekend so we could put ourselves back … Continue reading Twelve months on

Mrs New Woman

Yesterday we met Mrs New Woman for the first time – we’ll give her a proper title/pseudonym at some point, but for now she’s MNW – with our psych for an introductory appointment. We see her again, without our psych, on Tuesday. As with all new people, we sit on the fence. MNW isn’t like … Continue reading Mrs New Woman

“Fart-arsing around”

That’s what our daughter calls it, with her somewhat unique turn of phrase, when we appear to be doing lots but are actually doing very little. And we are truly fart-arsing around this evening.  Tomorrow we find out if we’re meeting our new CPN – Mrs New Woman, for the time being – this week. … Continue reading “Fart-arsing around”

Therapy and stuff

It’s been an interesting however long, and we’re not totally sure if that’s a good interesting or a bad one. It started badly, with our psych commenting last week – was it really only last week? – that we’re “looking thin” and so the much loathed food diary is back. But she’s being very good … Continue reading Therapy and stuff