Perplexity

Today is one of those days, when you know you must do some sort of work, but the physical body just is not in the mood. I am nearly finished with my most current writing, which is a interesting story which will be named "Perplexity" it involves the life of an middle aged woman who through no fault of her own managed to marry a not so nice man who goes by the name of Martin. She decides that due to some rather soul destroying information a friend shared with her about her husband, she must try and make a living for herself. The path which June, later known as "Juno" chooses is one which she never thought in  million years would bring her so much joy , excitement, and possibly destruction of her new life. The net is closing in on her, and she must make some difficult decisions.

So Perplexity will be released a lot sooner than expected...Watch this space

So the plot thickens, with life. It has been nearly three years since the uncomfortable journey with Social Services. They are no longer a part of my life, but clearing my good name is proving to be more complicated than a maze. You see Social Services , hide, lie, and tell more lies to cover the last set of lies. Yes, I know it is crazy. These social workers are the people who are destroying families and trying to appear as "Sane", the are the people that the public is suppose to trust! Guess what the public do not trust a  most social workers,. The average person, parent, feels that if a social worker is speaking than they are being untruthful,and setting you up.

Novel in progress..

This is the first few as a lines of a novel I am working on, as a matter of fact this story is so new, I am nearly finished with the outline.  I tell you sometimes writing has it downfall, but I do enjoy it none the less. I could go and rant about lord knows what , everything, but today I will not. The title of this particular novel, well I am keeping that to myself for the moment...

     "I am sitting on a short brick wall on Capesthorne Road, just a stone’s throw away from where I now live. The rain is beating down, yet I feel nothing, except the warmth of my tears flowing down my face. I live in England, the northwest to be exact. I am not happy. I am in this situation because of myself and now I cannot figure a way out of this doom life I now live. I read the paper and listen to the news, “Thousands of Polish immigrate into England” I have to ask myself “Why in the heck would anyone want to come to England except for a vacation?”  In the pit of my stomach I feel an urge to just cry out loud, to scream, to beat my very person for not one soul can imagine the anguish I feel. The day I landed in this country I felt as if I were to begin a new chapter in my life of adventure, and not so much upset.  I cannot remember a day in which I did not feel sad or just plain suicidal. This place they call England is such a for lack of a better word “tease”. Yes, Merry Old’ England teases a person with the prospect of little crime, racial understanding, and possible decent job opportunities. Just not the case, I know of many people who travel and make a living in other parts of the world because life is way too short to just sit around and wish and dream, but for us average people who would like to try something different it’s a totally different ball game."

I have so much more to write on this one, I guess i should just write and worry about the corrections later. Most likely that is what I will do. This is a very short blog for today, sorry about that , but I have many projects in the making, and trying to juggle between them has me busy. I do enjoy being busy. Have a great day.

Smile :)

American "Mommy" dealing with English School System

     I have decided that I will keep a log as to my adventures with the United Kingdom and the way schools are run. I have four son's ages nine,five,four and three. They all attend the same primary school and at times it can be such a challenge. When a teacher telephones me to tell me that a accident report has been filled in because my three year old has had a paper cut, I have to wonder just what is this world coming to?

    My nine year old has a once in a lifetime opportunity to attend the "Lion King" the play in Manchester and it will cost £7 pounds, the school being the generous sort that they are have decided that they can afford to take oup the slack of the original price of well over £25 per ticket. The school has written that this is a educational trip, mind you they do not return home until six in the evening.

     I find myself a bit annoyed as to how they promoted this "Educational trip" telling students to go home and "persuade" your parents to allow you to attend. Gee, now I have teachers telling my child to work on me at home. Being the mother that I am of course all I can see is £7 is a few loaves of bread and some milk for the week. But hey ho, I send the money in and pay for yet another "Educational trip. I see it like this and I am sure many other parents do too, the trips they plan are so the teachers can enjoy a day out. Yes I wrote it! (although I would have liked to have written I said it..lol) My thoughs are out there in the universe for all to read.

     The teachers do not have to "pay" for the trips or the transportation, just the parents/carers. Now allow me to jump ahead of myself, and tackle the term "Carers". There seems to be flood of "Carers" in the UK school system. Many children are not living at home, because someone , somewhere decided that "Social Services" should get involved, no matter how petty, and trust me they have been known to remove children for extremly petty reasons.  Hence the term "Carers" on each and every letter that is send home. I feel sad, and threatened at the same time. I have been on the recieveing and of some of these so called "Social Workers" and I must say, I can not stand them!

     Once you get to know me you will understand that I tend to jump around , as my thought system is a bit mad, but I do make some valid points :)

     Nearly, eight years ago I decided to leave the country I called home for thirty five years and move across to England. I moved to the North and it has been some sort of mind changing expeience so far. I have my good and my bad days, recently I have had many decent days of living. I have experienced the down to earth nature of the elderly and the ugliness of the youth. I am totally confused as to how I should feel. Confusion , because of the utter racial problems ,the ugliness tends to stick in your mind. I feel for the most part that I do not belong in this country, and trust me, some people have been very vocal about how they feel, which leaves me uneasy.