... the influx of much in what am I doing? The outside still so alien. The every day functions brings reminders all around ....
The laziness of others. I came back to home after time listening to mouldy bedding thrown, mould, accumulation of belongings in lock ups of the late foster Dad, and landlords leaving homes in a state of disrepair ...
Up North the posh and the damned areas with talk in much, in little time I had with those up North in the class hierarchy ... the well off, the working class and those who children were taken away ... not because of the one parent ... as such ...
The foster family, the birth mum, the clients, carers, parents and colleagues... a real mix of social time ...
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