I refer, of course to the “Home alone … yet again …” experience in my last post. Well the week has sometimes flown by and then at other times it seems to have dragged a bit. I suppose the hardest part about the week was not having anyone to talk to. S**** and partner came round on Thursday, but they only stopped for a meal before going for their Thursday swim. I went to the quiz-night at the local pub on Tuesday, but it’s been that long since I last went, there was nobody in that I knew. Seems that the pub in the next village that used to do a quiz-night has closed, so all their regular ‘quizzers’ descended on my local. I didn’t stop.
R*** has been marvellous! An absolute star. It looks like the fact that we told him K*** was going on holiday with his grandad worked. He was home by 5pm on Friday, and it took him until 10pm on Saturday before he asked where his mum was. I told him again and he hasn’t mentioned it again. I was quite amazed really, as it was K***s biggest worry. It goes to prove a point we have been making for a while. That is, if he knows what he is doing then he seems to accept it. Autistic people like routine and can get distressed if their routine is changed. With R***, it seems that his routine is able to change as long as he knows about well in advance.
The computer task I had scheduled to run as a test, this morning, went without a hitch. The routine started, did what it had to do and finished. A couple of things were different from the usual, but it is nothing untoward. Part two of the testing will happen next week. I have set the routine to run at 1 minute past midnight on Monday morning. If all goes to plan, and I don’t see why it should not, then our notices will be ready for printing when we get in.
Youngest is not very happy tonight. Mrs H said he was upset when he got home, and that he had been upset on the bus. We are guessing, as he cannot tell us, that someone on the bus is causing him a problem. Of course, the escorts can’t say what upsets him, just reports that he is out of sorts. Mrs H is seeing his teacher tomorrow, so may get more of an idea. Could be the length of time he is on the bus that’s the problem. It is silly really. We only live a mile and a half away, but he has to go by the school transport because there is nowhere to park to drop him off.
I uploaded a video, to Facebook from the gig on Saturday night. Looks quite good, and already B** tagged his flatmate in it. Well pleased ……
Well tomorrow is the eldest lads big day. The day me and Mrs H have been dreading for very different reasons. Her, because her little boy is fleeing the nest, and me because I know how upset she is going to be. It is going to be one torturous day all round. To cap it all, we have to convince the youngest to go to his weekend club. After a week on respite, that’s not going to be easy either. He was not in such a good mood when I got home. However a couple of downloads later, and he seems to be fine.
Work, well what can I say, that’s not been said before. I have to say though, I hate it when someone takes the same holiday as me. It’s like losing a holiday when someone is off at the same time.
El Spiko is back on Monday. Another thing to look forward to, I don’t think. It will be quite a busy day really. Well the morning will be at least. Four or five reports to run, plus the stuff D*** usually does, and then there is a weekly scheduled routine to run.
Guess what. I managed a bit of a walk at lunchtime. Not far, I would estimate about 3/4 of a mile, just up and down the estate. But it got me out, and it was quite warm really.
Just been to pick the eldest up. He’s been out to a performance of Shakespeare in the Park, with his grandparents. He said it was really good, and the rain held off for them. Pouring down now though (23:30 gmt).
Right, I’ll just finish this whiskey, and I’m done. There is a new NaBloPoMo theme from tomorrow. Apparently the theme is ‘Tomorrow’. That is going to take some working into the blog.
Well it has been a reasonable if a little boring day. Eldest at work and Mrs H running the cafe at the school fayre. Apparently it went quite well. They don’t seem to get the numbers that they used to, but a lot of people cannot be bothered. That left me and the youngest ‘home alone’ . We had a bit of shopping to do, but he did not want to go at all. It was the quickest shopping trip ever I think. Forty-five minutes all in, and that includes driving there and back and parking too !!!! The rest of the time was spent doing jobs…yawn.
Did anyone see the new lottery show ???? Guestimation !! What a load of rubbish. This tripe will be lucky to finish the series, let alone get a second one. Who is Nick Knowles anyway ? I thought he was a plumber or an electrician, not a serious presenter. Anyway, calling the programme rubbish was being kind. What made it worse was that I did not even get one number on either the Thunderball or Lotto !!!!
What else….did not do a walk today (again), I am getting out of the routine before I have even got into it. I am tempted to get my bike sorted, and go for a ride as an alternative to walking. It will probably be a better exercise, and may help to get the old stomach down a bit.
I am going to try and get the two lads to go for a brief walk tomorrow, just to get out of the house. Even if it is only to the Red Lion. Could be an interesting hour or two. It probably will not happen, but fingers crossed. Saying that, I don’t know who will be the first to say, they are not going. It’s even money on both of them to say no! It will be nice it it happens. I will report back tomorrow.
We may have found the reason why the youngest ‘kicks off’ at around tea-time. I noticed that he was holding his ears, and getting upset whilst I was cooking. The extractor hood is quite noisy, and I thought it might be that. I turned it off, and he settled down very very quickly !!!! I will try this again tomorrow. I will have the fan on, and see if it has the same effect when I turn it off. Could be the answer. Quite often, we have the extractor on when he is eating.
Right, I think that is it for today. Quite a lot to say I have not done much.