The call

Ok so it has been a week since our initial home visit and hey presto.... NOTHING a big fat nothing.  Yes I know I am impatient but our social worker DID say if we hadn’t heard within a week then a cheeky call to the office wouldn’t harm anyone and would only show how keen we are.

3pm and still nothing so I picked up the phone and made the call.  Apparently our report is with the assistant manager for review and he will give us a call later today with an update as he is currently in a meeting.

5pm, I have resigned myself to the fact that we are unlikely to hear today, so I carry on and take a trip to the supermarket to do a bit of shopping.  Of all the times to get the call I am stood on the fruit and vegetables aisle. 

The gentleman was very professional and there wasn’t much warmth about him in the call, it unnerved me somewhat and I fled the supermarket leaving my full shopping trolley and trolley token behind.

I sat in the car and listened to this guy in a daze.  I am hearing lots of negative things and can’t quite comprehend them.  Concerns, won’t discuss them now, another home visit required, report not adding up, Social worker will call this time next week when she is back in to arrange another visit.  God how can this be happening, she was so positive there would be no problems, that we were ideal candidates and that we would fly onto prep course.

Is this just a bad dream, a wind up...? It certainly doesn’t feel real.  The tears start rolling and the only thing I can do is ring my husband and share the news with him.

Ever the rock in my life he calm's me down and reassures me this is just going to be a case of either more info required or the report has been badly written and rushed.  So we are still sitting and waiting. 

NOTE TO SELF : Tear stained eyes in the supermarket car park is not a good look, so in future when expecting a call I think I shall remain in a more private area.