Finally, finally, finally, FINALLY, we are at the point where we are talking to actual agencies about adopting. A child! (As opposed to a retired greyhound, I mean.) Last night we had a long Skype conversation with an agency who spoke about it all as if it is all quite normal. (It was funny. The webcam was pointing, unintentionally, I presume, at a colleague in the background who was sitting there putting on hand cream and just sort of hanging around. Modern life is bizarre.) More importantly, they seemed capable, experienced and friendly. And so! A moment of patience, please, fellow travellers, as we very slowly and gently right the course of the good ship Hope to point towards fairer climes. Careful, now..
(Writing slowly and painstakingly on Shiny Thing here. Total exercise in profanity. Shiny Thing has had to learn some curses. Shite for one. Also is no punctuator. Blame it, The Shiny Thing, for gaps, lack of logic, and poor grammar. Must stop before head explodes.)
Have good weekends, visitors all. Let's hope good times for us all are not too far off now.
[Shiny Thing had made such a hames of this I Just Had to Fix It.]