As I was about to sit down and start sorting out more lego, there was a knock at the door. When this usually happens, I tend not to answer it and hide. Monkey has different ideas and opens the damn door.
A gentleman was standing at the door, looking all official, he came from social services to see what support I needed. What I need is a new brain transplant, but I am not sure he could do that.
He needed my permission to talk to my doctor and the school, I am really not like the sounds of all this, I get that these people are just concerned and are trying to help but I don’t want strange people going through my life.
To be fair if they want to know how I am doing, they could just read this blog.