Status: Rest day after yesterday’s occupational therapy which is always followed by a bit of a comedown. An hour of sustained concentration and conversation takes a lot out of me. So I’ve spent most of today in the garden, reading in the hammock and pottering in the shed. Great-nephew M came over for a bit to hang out. His request, which was nice. Fi had come back from some art thing in Balsall Heath (she’s such a fucking artist these days) with a copy of Bed Zine, a collection of “art and writing by chronically ill, neurodivergent & disabled artists” which she showed him, because it’s always good to expose him to different stuff, and he spent a good half hour reading it, which was great! And then we slowly realised that, while Fi had flicked through it, we didn’t know whether it was totally suitable for a nearly 10 year old. But this is what uncles and aunts are for, right? Of course when we asked him what he thought of it he said most of it was interesting and when there were things…
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