As I greeted each of them, I asked if they’d had a good day, and then took them through to meet George. They were all as impressed as I was with George and stroked and petted him in his cage, and gave him tufts of grass to eat and then another carrot. Paula was keen to take him out for a run as I had done, but I said it would be dark soon and I was worried that he might disappear among the shrubbery and we’d have trouble finding him, so we agreed to wait until Danny was home when he would look after him.The four of us sat down to dinner – Danny was having dinner with his mother – and as we talked I mentioned to Adrian, Lucy and Paula that Danny lived in a very nice house and I described some of it. Often the children we fostered came from badly deprived and impoverished backgrounds, so hearing of Danny’s circumstances gave my children a more balanced view: that children from many different backgrounds could come into foster care if a crisis in the family necessitated it.‘Why didn’t Danny’s mother hire a full-time nanny to look after Danny if she couldn’t cope?
