Posts Tagged “Ranty moment”
We have three email addresses here; one for Hubbie’s business, one for all things autismmumma and one for family. It means that I can see what needs actioning quicker, especially if it’s work. I lose count of the spam emails we get sent each week, purportating from banks we don’t even bank with, saying we […]
It’s not difficult is it? Finish whatever you’ve just been doing…and flush. “Leave as you’d wish to find” as my Grandma would say. If we’re out in town or at the local shops, D will usually “hold on” until we get home – and I’ve started to notice T does that too – the public […]
Dear Mr Osborne Oh I do hope I’ve spelt your name correctly (excuse the sarcasm) because I know you’re sensitive about it. You won’t know me – or care to be honest. I’m a parent to those disabled children who seem invisible to you, who will grow up to be invisible adults. As far as […]
Soaked and furious, covered in dirty muddy puddle water. It’s all over my coat, trousers, the SN buggy, D’s snuggly cuddleuppet blanket and, as I found out when I got home, my face. I looked like I had freckles. Why? Because some inconsiderate p*at decided to drive too fast through the puddle opposite the mainstream […]
Why? Because I’m not on Facebook. Want to enter a competition? Facebook. Want to increase your reach? Facebook. Etc. But this annoyed me this week: my so-called economy-saving kettle has stopped being economic. It’s one of those one-cup jobbies, slightly anti-social in that it only boils (wait for it..) enough for one cup at a […]
I went for a job interview on Monday and I’m going to use that term loosely because it was unlike any other interview I’ve ever been on (and believe me, I used to work in a company where restructuring was regular). “You never get a second chance to make a first impression” is what I’ve […]
I cannot knock the good work that the front-line NHS staff do, under extreme budget constraints and they are life-savers basically. What I am going to have a minor moment about today is the back room administration, or lack of it. D was diagnosed at a paediatric centre some (blimey) 4 years ago. We had […]
I have a subscription to “My Animal Farm” for D, she loves receiving the books and, of course, the little farm animals. Generally she gets four issues every four weeks – which T will grump about, forgetting he has his Match magazine delivered every week. The days and weeks merge together, don’t they and it’s […]
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