The lad in the black suit and the gold crown is one of our foster kids.

On Monday I rang Mark James. Mark James is the Chief Executive of Carmarthenshire County Council. He was busy. So I left a message with his secretary or personal assistant… whatever you wish to call her. I explained the situation with the non-payment of fostering boarding out money. I gave him twenty-four hours to call back and give me some answers.
It’s Friday.
Not only have I not heard off Mark James we have also not been paid again.
So I rang each and every social worker of each and every child we have here and cancelled all respite.
It would appear that all hell has broken loose in the social services. No one knows what is going on and no one, apparently, knows why we’ve cancelled all the respite. I made a few phone calls. They now know. I had a private word with a journo who I know I can trust and was told they’d be very interested in the story. “It’d make a nice story about how the social services are failing the carers and the kids at christmas time. Be a good front page!” she said.
So on Monday Mark James will get another phone call. He’ll have 24 hours to sort it out. If nothing is done then I shall give Hazel a quick ring and talk some more about the local press interest. If we are not paid by Friday the our current long term child will be leaving us. If nothing is done the Friday after that (the one before xmas) they’ll have our resignation.
Now I don’t care how big headed this sounds but I know for a fact that the social services currently cannot do with out us. Our list of supported kids is the largest in the county purely because we’ll take anyone. Quite literally.
Cunts.

Flash back to July of this year.
We have a young adult for a short time mid-week. We’ll call him Carl. He arrived on the Tuesday and left on the Saturday.
Now I’ve called him a young adult because he is 18 but still in foster care. He is a vulnerable adult as he is has very special needs. He will be in care his entire life.
This arrangement of respite had been going on for a few months.
It was a repeat of the respite care we gave him the month before… and the month before that… and the month before that. Are you sensing a pattern?
The same respite took place in August.
Now looking in our books we found we hadn’t received the boarding out allowance for Carl so we notified our social worker. She promised to deal with it and get it sorted.
She did all she could.
Along came September and another five days of respite for Carl but still no July or August payment so we rang our social worker. She promised to deal with it and get it sorted.
She did all she could.
Along came October and another five day respite for Carl but still no July, August or September payment so we rang our social worker. She promised to deal with it and get it sorted.
Are you sensing another pattern?
We rang various different people. All of whom promised to do all they could. We wrote a letter to the director of Social Care and Housing for Carmarthenshire County Council. Jake Morgan is his name, in case you’re interested.
Along came November.
We cancelled all the respite until we’d received our money. There was no reply to our letter… which we cc’d to another six or seven people.
A phone call came from Carol Sinnett, the “acting” manager of the Family Placement Team. She laid a guilt trip on Brad about how Carl wouldn’t receive the correct care if he didn’t come to us. It worked. (Don’t blame Brad for this, he was only doing his best for the kids!) So Carl came to us for respite.
Further into November. Another request for respite. No payment and no reply to our letter. More begging for us to actually DO the respite. To which we agreed but more to help his main carers as I knew where they going and didn’t want to ruin and important trip for them.
So lets look at last week. A phone call from Llynwyn Lewis, Carl’s social worker. Apologising for us not getting paid so far, apologising for the fact that we still wouldn’t get paid that friday but promising us that we’d get paid today.
So today arrives. Guess what? No payment (since July you’ll remember) and no response to our letter (six weeks now).
My initial plan… pack up ALL the kids and drop them on the steps of Carmarthenshire County Council.
My current plan… name and shame. I’m going to the local paper on Monday. I have to deal with them through work so know who I need to speak and know they’ll be interested.
So, in case of you reading this happen to be from Carmarthenshire Country Council he are my thoughts.
Jake Morgan At a Christmas Party in 2005 you promised you were for the Foster Carers. You said you’d be at some of our training events. You said you’d attend some of our CFCA meetings. Are you still in post because I’ve not seen you at any of them and you haven’t replied to our letter. YOU TWO FACED FUCKING WANKER!
Carol Sinnett “Acting Manager” does not mean manager. You useless two-bit woman! I seriously hope you don’t get the job! If you EVER call here and ask lay a fucking false guilt trip on my Brad, or even myself, again I will personally show what guilt feels like. Keep in mind that at the end of the day you go home to your house, without foster kids! You jobs ends. Our is TWENTY-FOUR hours a day! OUR JOB! FUCK YOU, YOU EVIL OLD HAG!
The Adult Services Department Fuck your assessment! I’m not jumping through your fucking hoops anymore. Find some other people who are willing to tell you how often they fuck and where they do it! Find someone else willing to have his house photographed, his relationship looked into and his insurance checked. Your useless fucking department is a waste time and every social worker there is a waste of the councils resources.
Llynwyn Lewis YOU FUCKING BITCH! I cannot put into words what a lying tramp you are! You are his social worker! Start taking some fucking responsibility and realise that sometimes it IS your fault… AND THIS IS ONE OF THOSE FUCKING TIMES YOU DUMB BITCH!
Carmarthenshire County Council With the exception of some social workers the entire department needs fucking destroying! Janet Friemanis, Pat Dunne and Sharon Bates… the good ones. There are others but I honestly don’t know their names but I could point them out!  The rest of them… FUCK YOU ALL!!!!!!
Sorry! Rant over!
Fuck!