Here we go, stage one of the adoption process has now begun and we are eagerly waiting for our very own social worker to arrive. It’s now that the real work starts, or at least that is what we are expecting from the upcoming regular meetings over the coming weeks and months. Once again, we…
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Chapter 6 – It’s time to finally meet us AND Nutter
So today is the day we officially meet a social worker for the first time, possibly the biggest job interview of our lives as this is not for just any old job, this is to decide if we are suitable to start stage one of the adoption process. First things first, we decided to take…
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Chapter 5 – Clean the house they’re coming
We have just woken up on a Sunday morning a lot earlier than usual considering it is the weekend, at the ridiculous time of seven o’clock and our plan for the day is to make the house look as if it has never been lived in. As surely, they are going to check every single…
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Chapter 4: OMG we have applied
So, it’s Sunday morning and we are up early, we have planned to complete the registration of interest form today, which is the application form to submit your interest in being considered to start the adoption process with a particular council or agency. It turns out that this is not an actual form that starts…
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Chapter 3: Better tell the potential Grandparents
So, we have made it home and decided to do our usual pretend everything is absolutely fine and not mention the huge step that we have basically just decided to take. We make last minute plans to head out for dinner. The thought of talking anymore about the prospect of telling our parents was just…
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Chapter 2: Adoption information events
It’s now the night before our first ever adoption event that we have planned to attend and to say we are both quite nervous is an understatement. Even though we both know we are not going there to collect a child and bring them home, it’s still an odd feeling. The mood in our flat…
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Chapter 1: So, do you want Kids?
Here we are living in our lovely little flat in London, which is always spotless and somewhat a bit of a party central for us and our friends. Apart from our little dog Nutter, yes that’s his name, the big scary Yorkshire Terrier, we have absolutely no real responsibility in this world. It was then…