Busyknitter

….you just have to carry on anyway.

Mr BK is away on a long-planned furlough in London and Grandma Knitter is off spending my inheritance somewhere, so it’s just me and the boys this weekend.

For the second week running, we have not been able to start formal respite care, because our lovely new carer’s Criminal Records Bureau form has not yet cleared all the bureaucratic high jumps and hurdles. It’s not that we don’t trust her implicitly (she looks after T at church on Sundays already) but when Social Services are paying you have to do it by the book.

Despite the fact that T is being a bit of a little %”^!^!&*!((*&*** at the moment, S and I decided to do what we planned to do if the respite had started anyway and go out for a pizza. We went to The Olive Press, which serves great food and is only 10 minutes walk from the Woolbasket.

Now anyone who has met T will know that he is very good at eating, but very bad indeed at waiting. Forward planning is the key, so when I booked the table I explained our situation and pre-ordered our pizzas to be ready when we arrived at 5.30pm. And the restaurant staff were as good as their word. The restaurant was pretty busy when we arrived, but we were ushered straight to our table; drinks came instantly and our pizzas within 4 minutes. And boy, what pizzas!

T was so good we stayed for strawberries and ice cream.