Just realised it’s been over a month since I blogged.
Things have been very manic, mostly to do with work. Also a few ups and downs with Ted. He currently has a nickname of Teddy the Eagle. I shall let readers’ imaginations work out why that might be…………
Only a week to go now to the Beethoven 9 concert, I’m really quite excited - also trying to avoid people with colds, flu or throat infections.
and so you’re back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you’d be back to bother me
[Falsetto]I will sur-vi-hi-i-ve[/falsetto]
Did you guess? (p.s., this is not an original joke…..)
1. The location
2. Fellowship with most (but not quite all 
) our church family
3. The teaching
Andrew Gardner from Fulwood Free Methodist preached over the course of the weekend on Genesis and Community. He also did Ephesians but I missed that as it was my turn to look after T. He was great. The invitation to think of Genesis 1 as God behaving a bit like Rolf Harris was truly unforgettable (in case you are wondering it is all about describing creation with broad brush strokes - the detail comes in Chapter 2)
4. The Yurt
5. The rain
Here are some piccies from our week away.
The House
The Pool
Inside
A very jolly time was had by all 
Have you any idea how much it costs for a family trip to London in high season, especially if you plan to go by train?
It’s a lot. And we decided it wouldn’t be negated in any way by me having one evening out to go to a world class concert costing £6.
So, no trip to the Smoke and I’ll have to listen to the Proms on the radio like everyone else.
But there is a new plan (already booked) which is that T and I are going to Greenbelt this year.
This is a huge deal for me. Apart from the fact that I’ve never been and I’m sure I would enjoy it, it’s a significant milestone for me with regard to my life with T.
I had booked Greenbelt tickets the year he was 2, more or less the same time as we received T’s autism diagnosis. As the summer went on it became horribly obvious that it just was not going to work, so we didn’t go. But I promised myself that one day when he was older and better able to cope with places and people, we would get there. And this is the year
It certainly won’t be straightforward, but I have a kind friend coming along as helper/carer and the Greenbelt folks seem pretty switched on about helping people with special needs.
My latest Amazon order includes this production of The Pirates of Penzance. I have to confess I didn’t pay much edition to the edition, but now it’s arrived I realise it’s the very same version that we had at home when I was a kid. Such a treat
Was folding laundry in the bedroom yesterday evening and at the same time watching the beautiful and moving film Être et Avoir on BBC 4.The film doesn’t have a soundtrack and is generally very quiet, but I gradually became aware of a flowing baroque tune being played on a descant recorder. It didn’t really sound like it was coming from the television, it sounded close by. So I switched the sound off and, sure enough, the music carried on. It was coming from next door.
How very thrilling that a recorder player has moved into the house next door (it’s shared rented accommodation so there’s a certain amount of coming and going). Am I going to be able to resist the temptation to ask whoever it is if they want to play some duets?