The poor child, I thought. I’d fostered children before who’d arrived with suspected non-accidental injuries, including cigarette burns, scalds, cuts and bruises, and it didn’t get any easier. But I put my concerns for him aside for now – I’d do enough worrying once he arrived – and continued with my day as planned. I spent the afternoon with Lucy and Emma and on my way home dropped in at Adrian’s. He was still working from home but was pleased to have a break. Kirsty, a teacher, was in school. My family lived locally so we were able to see each other regularly. Sadly, my dear parents, who’d been so supportive of my fostering, had now passed.

Does it? You’re approved to foster all age groups andyou have experience of mother-and-baby placements.’ She would have seen this on my fileHarper Collins have bought world rights in Cathy Glass’s latest fostering memoir Too Scared to Tell.

Congratulations to Cathy Glass whose latest fostering memoir Neglected has gone straight to no 1 on its first part week sales. I didn’t,’ I blurted. ‘Sorry. There seems to have been some confusion. I thought I was just having Arthur.' Can Cathy help turn everything around for her and show her that anything is possible when you ask for help and get it.One final thought – History will judge us by the difference we make in the everyday lives of children. Nelson Mandela