“ is wearing Chelsea shorts, a Russian hat and one sock. I have no idea why,” pinged a text from the wife. Now, I don’t think this is anything autism related – and it bears no relation to the rest of this post – but it’s definitely worth relating. We never did find out the reasoning. Over the last couple of weeks, DS1 has gone from showing the first signs of new-school-year wobble to transforming

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Typically, we had arranged to go camping with friends on what turned out to be the wettest weekend of the summer. No matter, keep calm and carry on. A cliché, but never truer a mantra. All I need to do now is adhere to the advice. DS1 likes camping, and the fact we were going with his best mate, Henry, was an added bonus. What could go wrong? Yes, we were on a campsite, with

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With DS1 out of the lounge, the wife, on a tidying spree, took the opportunity to put the cushions on the sofa back how they should be (the boy had rearranged them a couple of days previously to make some sort of den from where to watch TV. And there was me thinking that was what a sofa in its original format was ideal for. The newly built den-style sofa, though, was a ‘safe haven’,

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“No issues whatsoever,” WhatsApped Grannie (other messaging services are available). “He didn’t use a towel or flush the loo, but I can live with that.” Not a bad return for four days apart from his mum and dad, thrown into the ‘lion’s den’ of living away from home. Indeed, as Grannie added: “The worst part of the last few days was abandoning in Marks & Spencer to do some man shopping – I needed a

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