On Christmas Day 

So I wanted to write a little poem about Christmas, but with the fabulous “Autism night before Christmas” having already been written I struggled somewhat for inspiration. This afternoon it came to me... On Christmas Day On Christmas Day, I don’t wish for a stocking, Not clothes or jewellery, Not turkey or stuffing, On Christmas [...]

The Story of Great Ormond Street : The Last Train to London 

This week saw our final pilgrimage to London to see a hugely experienced Neuro Developmental Physio. And quite frankly, it killed us all. I'm in bed with a roaring sore throat and bags under my eyes that look like bruises, bruises that tiredness itself punched right into my face just to make sure that I [...]