Messy May

Haven't managed to write much this month which is a true reflection on how messy it has been - as writing is generally my therapy. Not had much therapy. Falling to pieces! More needed! May has been a tricky time again here. Perhaps my Sunglasses post pre-empted the mood of the month, but from there on in it... Continue Reading →


So very strange putting on the whole 'Jolly Josie' thing for music sessions and then the house being suddenly empty and silent and myself back to wondering whether I can bear to switch on the news; I can't. Sharing this (see below) because it is how I personally cope, and my approach for discussing things... Continue Reading →

Drugs and Buses

Older teen is miserable. Mummy is on drugs for back pain. The hard stuff. Lots of them. A proper cocktail. Mummy read to teen the SEVEN warning labels written across her medication including the one stuck on outer packaging prescription label itself, just above her name, that says in bold; 'It is a traffic offence... Continue Reading →


A tip! A life hack! My blog is becoming more diverse! And no, I am not disguising an attempt to sell Raybans, I promise. When your resilience is low and you have to keep on trying and pushing and optimistically grinning and bloody bearing the absolute b***sh** that autism sometimes sends your way (really nothing major in the scale... Continue Reading →

Shakespearean Tragedy

Archie came out of school with a little booklet today, 'Passport to Shakespeare', I guess most schools have them to give out for Shakespeare week... Archie: Eurgh. The cover has blood all over it. Me: That's because some of Shakespeare's plays were actually quite bloody and violent and very dramatic, right up your street! They... Continue Reading →

A Moment In Time

My husband was trying to get a photo of our ridiculous matching sweatshirts (can you tell it is just one person who does all the clothes shopping round here?!) and this 'grin and bear it' moment (note my gritted teeth!) with a different sort of chaos coming from each boy on either side of me... Continue Reading →

Bean Bag Balls

Ten years ago, the great bean bag incident of 2007. A decade on now and I can see the funny side. Just. But if I tell you that polystyrene balls become quite static and do not vacuum easily, you might begin to recognise how traumatic this day was and how many hours of cleaning this... Continue Reading →

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