GboroRam

I hate Russian dolls. 
They're full of themselves. 

I hate Russian dolls. 
They're full of themselves. 

Welcome to the world of fostering chap. Been doing it 6.5 years and still surviving.

Well fwiw I've been fostering for the last year, and there's no end of children out there. I could pick a couple up for you no problem. In fact you can have a couple of mine if you like?

Could have sworn you would have done something like this, but a Rooney one:

Ha, this one is true, promise, I’m flying over to Derby soon

I really hope this is true.  The emotional investment I had, and lost, in @AmericanRam makes me so very wary ?

Could have sworn you would have done something like this, but a Rooney one:

Could have sworn you would have done something like this, but a Rooney one:

It's a great thread. 
The problem with talking to friends and family is illustrated by this thread.
There isn't one person who knows all the coping mechanisms. 
Trying to say how you feel is much harder than writing it down. 
When people spill it out in this thread it resonates with some folks but not others. But seeing someone spill their thoughts and seeing others pick up the pieces is quite a special thing. It's a beautiful thread. An utterly fecking miserable and heartbreaking kind of beauty. 
I'd like to think there's enough people knocking around here to help those that need an team talk.

Walking down the street, a Member of Parliament is hit by a lorry and dies. His soul arrives in Heaven and is met by St. Peter. He says, "
'Welcome to heaven. Before you settle in, it seems there's a problem. We seldom see anyone in such a high office around here, so we're not sure what to do with you.'
'Just let me in,' says the politician.
'Well, I'd like to but I have instructions from above. You'll have to spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven, then you can choose where to spend eternity.'
'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,' says the MP.
'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.' replies St Peter

With that, St. Peter escorts him to the lift and he went down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and dressed in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present is the Devil, a very nice, friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They're having such a good time that before he realises, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and wave as the lift rises...

The door opens in Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. 'Now it's time to show you around, Heaven.'
So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing harps and singing. They have a good time and, before he realises it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. 'Well, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity.'

The MP reflects for a minute, then answers: 'Well, I would never have thought it before, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell.' So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down down to Hell.

When the doors open he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and refuse.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the rubbish and putting it in black bags as more garbage falls from above.
The Devil comes over and puts his arm around his shoulder.
'I don't understand,' stammers the MP, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened? '
The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, ' Yesterday we were campaigning...

Today you voted

He's been gone too long.

Saw this shop in Rome last night - have to say I admired their honesty

First off...congratulations!
You seriously dont need advice on how to be a parent, it will just come naturally! Sure you will pick up tips along the way but everyone does parenting in a way that suits their circumstances, all kids are not the same and consequently all parenting is not the same.
You will find that you parenting evolves to suit your own personal situation.
There is only one piece I would ever give in relation to parenting and that is, enjoy every second of it because time flies, kids grow up so fast and you never know what is round the corner!
Enjoy!

I don't think I can say this without sounding a dick, but I'm going to hope you get it anyway...
I'm comfortably well off, but my missus passed away. I'd reverse those things in a heartbeat.
Life deals harsh cards sometimes; people and employers can be shitbags. You'll get through being skint, so long as you stick together for each other...and then you won't be skint, and you'll be stronger for the shared effort. Good luck SSD.

Mortgage eyes. One fixed, one variable. 

Mortgage eyes. One fixed, one variable. 

Sadly the Brits now are so proud of beating the Germans to the sunloungers, it's the Brits that are the problem.

Sheep

Q. How do you milk sheep?
 
 
 
 
 
A. Release a new iPhone
 

I like it recreationally. 

True story....
 

Behave