Well today has been action packed and fun. Whacky ware house with my nephew, trusted friend and her two little boys (who are adopted and from whom I have learnt a lot) It is always a long drive back as where she lives there is one way in and one way out and its always bad with traffic, all day every day.
I got home and the house was silent, we were out in the evening so I knew that the other half had gone for his traditional power nap (I’ve told him to make the most of these as he won’t get a moments peace when there are little ones around). I wondered into the living room and there staring up at me was a letter from our LA.
I picked it up resigning myself that it was confirmation of their telephone conversation that we weren’t being invited to apply at this stage, however it was not a letter I was expecting as we were told they would not contact us again at all and it was up to us to contact them in January should we wish to be reconsidered. As I read the words I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Your initial home assessment has now been completed and following our assessment of the report submitted we have passed your names forward to be assigned to the Feb/mar prep course. Our dates of these courses are yet to be confirmed but as soon as we have confirmed them we will write to you again.
Six weeks before the prep course we will send out to you consent forms, application forms, ID request forms and CRB check forms. It is vital that you complete these and return them as soon as possible in order for us to be able to process all of your information.”
I rang up stairs jumped on the bed (waking DH up, i should add)
and asked why the hell he hadn’t rung me to tell me this vital letter had arrived. He eventually came around and explained he hadn’t really read it as he thought it would be confirmation of the phone call as I had initially thought. The happy dance commenced around the bedroom. This isn’t really a dance as such just a crazy few minutes of jumping up and down squealing like school children.
and asked why the hell he hadn’t rung me to tell me this vital letter had arrived. He eventually came around and explained he hadn’t really read it as he thought it would be confirmation of the phone call as I had initially thought. The happy dance commenced around the bedroom. This isn’t really a dance as such just a crazy few minutes of jumping up and down squealing like school children.
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