Tag Archives: Humour

Our daughter caught a virus at school. I think she has a respiratory infection; my husband is firmly in the ‘just a cold’ camp. Either way she has a cough; bunged-up nose; and, most, recently, a sudden aversion to any light in her bedroom when settling at night. She started by trying to hide underContinue reading “Reading in the dark”

Why don’t we have a unified half term in England anymore? Letting each local authority set their own term times is moronic. If you have children who go to schools in different authorities it can mean that they never see each other in their half terms; teachers can have different weeks off from their kids;Continue reading “Something wicked this way went”

So, I meant to write this update some time ago, but life happened and got in the way. Somehow, my daughter has got it in her head that being a human is a dull existence (she’s not entirely wrong) and is trying out being different species. She tried being a lizard but was unimpressed thatContinue reading “Flight of the butterfly part 2”

We have rules in our house. I’m sure everyone does. Importantly, they apply to us as well as our daughter. The most sacred of them is ‘if you say it, do it’. This goes for consequences, as well as rewards. We never promise anything that we are not sure we can deliver on. This meansContinue reading “Being Good”

This weekend, my daughter was invited to a birthday party. She was one of 4 known fae children, in a room containing 30+ youngsters: running around; bouncing on one of 4 bouncy castles; eating candy floss; and generally going manic. It was an interesting study: once you know what to look for, it is veryContinue reading “Spotting the fae’s”

After 6 long weeks normality (such as it is) has been restored, so “Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.” Sadly, this is a long list of problems. Some of it is fall-out from the 6 weeks, and some is ongoing issues.  As I have mentioned in past posts: some traitsContinue reading “We have normality”

So despite our best efforts to distract and divert, our daughter has sadly not forgotten about the blue wings. So, with no small sense of trepidation, I logged on to that great warehouse in the sky and searched the South American river. It was with great relief that an acceptable set was found: A setContinue reading “The Flight of the butterfly”

My fae has an imagination that is, at some points, a strange and scary place. I have heard it said that children with autism lack this singular human quality, and I have to say that in our experience, that is total hogwash. Not only does she demonstrate imaginative play, she will insist that we playContinue reading “Rolling with imagination”

Our fae has a companion. Not a real one, but a stuffed toy which I may have alluded to a time or two in the past. This is a small, plush Dalmatian that goes by the moniker “Tiny Marshall”. This is a Paw Patrol reference (she has been obsessed for the best part of 4Continue reading “Happy Birthday Tiny Marshall”

So, the forms and signs of how our daughter’s fae tendencies express themselves continue to evolve. This one did take us by surprise, although in hindsight it probably shouldn’t have. My husband, on a day-to-day basis, only wears white T-shirts. I know that you are not asking for fashion tips, nor would you take themContinue reading “Not the daddy”