Each month I send out a challenge for people to send me a 1-2 word topic they’d like me to write a poem to and I must write all the poems in the challenge within 48 hours.
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Welcome to a new feature: recipe of the month.
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I am seriously telling people in drought stricken suburbs, cities and towns to collect any large rubbish bins or industrial size builder’s tubs and place them around your back garden. Even put them under your rain pipes.
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A fellow autie was chatting with me about the autism spectrum and how categories of Autie and Aspie aren’t as clear cut as many imagine. We were chatting about those with features of each. I talked of Aspie-Auties and Autie-Aspies. She then jokes about Aspinauts, that this could describe those […]
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Chris Draper, a scientific researcher with the Born Free Foundation contacted me about a new ‘therapy’ ready to cash in on the tail of that equally hot money spinner in the ever expanding autism marketplace, dolphin therapy.
Read the rest of An Elephant Never Forgets, but we do - the latest money spinner in the autism marketplace.
There was weird case where a wife got killed after falling on upturned knife in a cutlery basket as she was emptying out the dishwasher with her husband. Yeah, sure, say most of us… he sure got away with a tall story there… how the hell could someone be that unlucky and how coincidental […]
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When I wrote the book, Nobody Nowhere, I was 26 years old and at the end of the line. This month, the book which has been selling for almost 20 years comes out as a revised edition with Jessica Kingsley Publishers.
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OK, so you buy the toothpaste in it’s fancy cardboard box and bring it home and first thing you do is throw that dyed, bleached, often not even recycled cardboard into the rubbish bin, or hopefully at least the recycle bin. You do it, I do it, and gazillions of households world […]
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Our local postmasters are wonderfully autie friendly. However I might get away with being meaning deaf, meaning blind, mono tracked, lacking simultaneous processing of self and other and tumbling pretty much what’s left, these people handle it well with everything from a good natured ‘chuckle with’ to turning a blind eye… CONSTANTLY.
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When my grandfather died, I was 4 and a half. He and my grandmother lived in the shed in the backyard and had all my life.
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