Unrelated Toy Gripe

I hate Playmobil, I hate it with a passion. Millions of tiny bits inground into the playroom carpet. The mini boy gets the very big box full and just scatters them perfectly over the entire playroom surface within a second. That garantees that I'll be there, busy for at least half an hour cleaning them all up again. Most of the time I just close the door and pretend they are not there. I mean what the f***k is the point of it anyway. I, not them, spend a day or more building up the zoo or the prison or whatever else they have, I even superglued them together so they wouldn't pull them apart and then they desimate them within minutes :wtf:

The playroom is currently carpeted in the monstrous plastic thingies, again. I'm prepared to clean them up for the last time - destination bin :evil: But the boyfriend has got in the way. "But they're expensive," he moans. He's NEVER cleaned them up and is quite unprepared to do so even tonight, even if it means rescuing the pesky stuff. Onto the ensuing argument. He's made it clear that they shouldn't go in the bin but no charity will have them, along with the enormous soft toy cull I did today, no less than 5 bin bags full.

"You're going to throw out the soft toys too?' Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Lisbon Treaty - Yeah!

Maybe we should post these exerts of the Lisbon Treaty over to the GDD and AMK, just so they know.

Article 7

Respect for private and family life

Everyone has the right to respect for his or her private and family life, home and communications.

And I should send this to the St Micheals School since we highly suspect them of leeking personal information and malicious rumours to the Springplank School, also in Hazerswoude-Dorp, in a situation which didn't call for any communication between them and should never have existed in the first place. My permission was certainly never sought, nor granted

Article 8

Protection of personal data

1. Everyone has the right to the protection of personal data concerning him or her.

2. Such data must be processed fairly for specified purposes and on the basis of the consent of the

person concerned or some other legitimate basis laid down by law. Everyone has the right of access to

data which has been collected concerning him or her, and the right to have it rectified.

3. Compliance with these rules shall be subject to control by an independent authority.

How opposite can you get

I must say I'm very proud how girlie A, despite what she had to endure at St Michaels school, did so amazingly well to settle in to her new school environment last year, if fact she settled in so well, so quickly that she was helping her classmates. I just got her report card out that she received last year in November, just 2 months after she started there, scoring consistently 1's and 2's for settling in and effort. That's really good going for a girl who had no confidence and seemed very nervous, apparently. It wasn't any old change either, a big school, class timetables, taught in a different language, teenagers up to the age of 18, lots of teachers, lots of other new children from lots of different countries, the travelling on the school bus, etc. She loves it.

I will be filing it, along with the independent psychological report commissioned by her present school from the same time last year, to take to De Groeling on the 13th Nov that flies completely in the face of what St Michaels school was saying, a totally opposite report to what sounded like a completely different girl.

I must say all that negativity I see coming from the Dutch schools, must have a horrendous detrimental effect on the children they claim to be educating. I'll blog this later

It pales into insignificance.

One the straws St Michaels school used to get the AMK in was that girlie A was so pale. I almost forgot about that one. You don't just get discriminated against because you are dark or black but you can for being too white as well :0

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So carrying too much Irish Celtic blood is a problem here, they must think the entire population of Ireland must be sick or something. But seriously, be careful when using too much sunblock on your Northern European skin, you might be in danger of not burning it to a crisp, which will lead outsiders to concern for your health.

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Why did we move from England?

I had to re iterate these points last night to the oldest girl after they returned from a few days trip to The North. Aaaahhhh The North, beautiful and crap all at the same time.

"But it so flat and boring here," she snivels whilst sulking in her bedroom. True, nothing in Holland can compare to the beauty of The Lakes and The Dales or even the considered panhandle town centre of Southport for shopping but reality of life in the UK is dismal. Quite why so many Eastern Europeans went there in their droves is beyond me.

"I hear the streets are paved with gold," one Polish friend said to me! Gold! What? Last time I was there it was chewing gum and vomit! Beside if any council was stupid enough to pave the streets in gold it would be nicked quicker than someone saying "Look, there's a Scouser!"

Don't get me wrong I love England but like every other Brit, I can tear shreds off it. There really is no escaping the fact that The UK has the highest teenage pregnancy rate in the EU, the highest drug use in the EU, the highest rates of alcoholism in the EU, the highest crime rates in the EU, the lowest literacy rates in the EU, etc. You just have pick any town, anywhere and take a trip in on a Saturday night to see dole checks exchanged for cider, being swigged by 14 year old, up the duff chavettes with a baby in a pram chewing on a packet of ciggies. Something that wasn't good enough for my girls, so we left.

Still we do miss Sainsburys (oh my God how did I survive for so long without it), the hills, the mountains, the wide open spaces, the shopping, the customer service, the incidental nattering, Cadbury's chocolate, bread, cheese, tea - TEA! Really yummy PG Tips with milk! Not the watery Euro dishwater that carpets your mouth in something strange. My friends of course, I miss my friends and my life :(

Still we have the BBC and Next, finally after many Euro-immigrants sent thousands of emails begging them to send abroad, especially after the closure of M&S in Europe, now do mail order here and only for €5 delivery. Yipppeeeeee:)

Ooops I forgot!

Comment moderation to stop muppets from leaving the usual "This is fake" comments. I'm not spending ages writing this blog if I wasn't frigging serious about it. I do actually have a life that I wish I was spending more time on instead of documenting the harassment that we have endured. In fact if more people in The Netherlands had the bollocks to stand up to this all too frequent situation, we as a family might not in it.

Yes I am British but I do understand "dat a don rite in txtfukwit an wa i rite dun luk anyfink like wa i chav ud rite if a chav cud rite innit if ye no wa i meen" (If you're not a Brit, you won't understand a word of that)

Have to do the same on my Youtube Channel too. Yeah apparently my horse is fake as well. Just so tragic.

Tiz on now - thanks for reminding me :)

Maybe we are beginning to win :)

Well finally after all of this fiasco the tide is beginning to turn the other way. After a visit this week from a nice man from an organisation (the name escapes me at the moment) he was convinced after 20 minutes that there is no problems at our house. Girlie Z told of the teachers as St Michaels school who tried to force her over a number of occassions to say we were abusing her, to the shocked Mr Boek and even after 2 years she nearly broke down in tears. He's going to help us end this endless nonsense from the prying authorities.

De Groeling finally have come back to us on the behaviour of the school, rather dramatically I would say and at 20:00 on Friday the 13th November there's going to be a hearing. The headmaster from the St Michaels school is going to have to answer some tough questions on his conduct. Unbeknown to them at the moment, I know he's had to do this before. I know the some of the teachers at the school will make some things up and deny flatly things that I said that has happened as they've done it before so it's not going to be easy and I will have to be ready with counter arguments. Not a problem, I have excellent school reports from the girl's present school as well as a positive report from an independent psychologist about Girlie A not long after she departed from St Michaels stating the exact opposite from the teachers there. Plus there's the final kick from Ad van Disseldorp where he denied he knew of Girlie A's whereabouts when she moved to her new school when he knew exactly where she was. I received threats that police action would be taken if I didn't send her to school. Oh I have evidence of that somewhere.

Besides one thing is clear. I"VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE - THEY HAVE EVERYTHING TO LOSE :D

We are a "Multiple Problem Family"

..........so now we know :D The question is, what are those problems? Is it that we don't smoke or maybe we like art and classical music or could it be our interest in environmental issues and what we can do to combat them? Maybe travelling the world and sending the girls to the most expensive school in the country - oooooh really bad! Well that's the conclusion of the GGD or DDR or whatever it is they like to call themselves only they admit they haven't the foggiest idea what those problems are just that there are problems that need "intensive family help". I hope that the man who came to see us today can look at things more objectively than those women from the hen house, otherwise I'm moving back to The UK in the interim.

OH BTW it looks like we have 110 points to get into NZ now and you only need 100............

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Getting organised

I'm sat here and to be honest I'm getting completely well and truly fed up of living in The Netherlands. I have much to organise. First how to get the story out about the serious injustices we suffered at the hands of people here, St Michaels Basisschool in Hazerswoude-Dorp, the source of most of the things our family has had to endure over the last couple of years. It's a 6 year story and I don't have the time to write a book on it, so it will come in parts. No, I'm not afraid to name names after all these people have put an enormous strain on our family and I'm not prepared to sit back and let them get away with it, they think they have. Somehow Ad van Disseldorp and Annalies van Katwijk think they are over and above everything. They can do what they like with people lives and they are entrusted with running a school. Absolutely disgusting.

I recently found out I wasn't the only parent of the above school to have very serious problems with them, there are other people as well who have gone to the organisation, Stichting De Groeiling that controls the Catholic schools around the Gouda area to complain about them. I sent them a letter briefly outlining the difficulties I had with them and ultimately their imposing the AMK on us. Stichting De Groeiling hasn't exactly dealt promptly with the complaint, apparently they received it something like 2 or 3 weeks after I posted it, yet it's only 10 kms away and Dutch post is usually next day delivery (hummmmm). Plus they didn't even bother to reply until 2 weeks after they apparently received it. Oh the complaint was being processed (?). Well 3 months have passed so I think they should have processed it by now. Unbelievable. I ring them tomorrow.

The other is dealing with the endless dribble from GGD. The AMK got bored of dealing with us (way too busy with other bogus claims, 9 out of 10 apparently are) and handed us to the GDD. They are convinced there is something wrong, well the saying goes, "If you throw enough mud....." But no matter what other professional people say, ie from the 2 other schools my kids now attend, these blind baffoons are sold on the original rubbish. They must be compiling it all in Windoze or something and it keeps crashing, printing out the same s**t over and over again and they send it to us in the post every once in a while. But we need help, apparently. I beg to differ. Someone has to come into our house and help us. Oh they say it is voluntary but that is a complete out and out lie. "Really!? We are build with phenomenally more intelligence than that!" Maybe help comes in the form of someone coming to do my washing. In that case I'll need it for the next 10 years, I'll just show them where the utility room is:D Government supplied housekeeper, oh I can live with that! Somehow I don't think so. It would probably come in the form of an officious woman, saying "dat mag niet" a lot. Oh by the way, the dutch language is banned in my house and I'm going to video whoever it is for the pleasure of Youtube lovers, or they're not coming in (wuhahahaaaaaaa).

Oh really bad!

Just a rough draft, will finish it soon 29 July 2009

If you are foreign, live in The Netherlands and send your children to school in the Dutch school system, you probably have at some point in time had problems ragarding the school that they go to. I often hear it from my fellow "immigrant" friends, They said "that my child is stupid" or the teacher told me "my son must have a Nederlands passport not a British one". Lots of unbelievable stuff that would have any British school teacher sacked should they even come close to voicing such opinions, not that they would. All I can say is all is not well with the school system here. They seem to hate it if children can speak two or more languages, this for us or more so, them, it has been a major source of contention. They can't handle different cultures.

I sent my two British born daughters to St Michaels RK Basisschool in Hazerswoude-Dorp. At first all was great. Girls happy with lots of friends, a wonderful headmaster with a great character. When he showed me around the school it was a mess as they had a big party but the atmospheer was great, I believed they would be OK here. Unfortunately he retired to be replaced by the new headmaster, Ad van Disseldorp and from the beginning all was not well. He treated us differently, always greeting the other parents and children and never us, always shifting around uncomfortably should we get too close upon arrival. Even at their young age, my girls noticed, "He never says good morning to us, Mummy."

They moved though the school and from Group 4 the eldest started falling behind in maths. At Christmas I learned that she was a little slow so I asked if I should worry and the teacher said "No." Around four months later I get a call from an Annelies van Katwijk, the start of an acrimonious hate/hate relationship. Brash and agitated, she informs me that my daughter has fallen a year behind in maths. A year! Hold on a minute but it was only four months ago she was a little bit behind. How can that be?

The end result was that Annelies van Katwijk reported us to the AMK (to the outside world that is social services, child abuse department, etc). She must have really been smiling. My difficulty with the language, struggling to be in several places at once on her beckoning call and making complaints about her to the somewhat unprofessional headmaster, handed me, my partner and my children to her on a plate. The system allows it as it was only recently on the news that the social services were grossly overstretched because of the mass of bogus complaints.

We're now stuck in this situation, an eternal loop of the authorities determined to find something that is not there. In all the 18 months that we've had to deal with this there's not one thing that has changed from our end, we still eat together, we still read stories at bedtime, we still go on walks and holidays and we still do a lot of sporting activities. As far as the AMK / GDD is concerned, they've done nothing either apart from nosey around our lives, send us one report after another, regurgitating the same rubbish time and time again and generally cause a unsurmountable amount of stress all in the good of what.......? Well I don't know. Statistics, yes that's it. They love statistics oh and absolute control!

But now enough is enough. Like the brave Iranians desperate to get their voices heard in the outside world, I'm going to fight back. I'm going to lay down the story as it has played out over the years since I first had run ins with St Michaels Basisschool in Hazerswoude-Dorp.