Living with Autism

I am going to break away from the honest blogging story for a moment to tell you something that happened today - which is also true.

I have always maintained my son is a genius. Not just because I am his mum and I love him, but a bona fide genius. He learned to count and read by the time he was 3.
He could type by the age of 7 and at 11 he can read and memorise the credits at the end of a film, then retype them with matching fonts and layouts and a whole load of stuff that you never knew Microsoft Word could do - at about 150 words per minute.

This intelligence was severely underestimated in his previous school and it cost them. And when I told them they nodded patronisingly as if I was talking about a cat that could open a tin or a dog that understood walkies.

I have long suspected that Boo is memorising dates.
Sometimes we go into a place we havn't been for a while, and he reams off the date of the last time we were there.

For Example: we were walking into the cinemaplex to see Mon…

What did I get up to?

oh yeah 4.

I went to London when I was 18 and 1 month and worked at the 3 most stereotypical Aussie-in-London jobs there are.

A) Nanny.
A status symbol in 1980s real estate yuppie London. An Aussie Nanny was even better.
Please note: My boss was a full time stay at home Mum with 2 children. And she had a live in Nanny. Her husband was a Real Estate Agent and they had 3 company cars. One for him, one for his wife and one for his Nanny!
She told me if I ever got a parking ticket just to put the wipers on and wash it off the windscreen. It would just go straight to the office and get paid.
That's when they invented clamping.

B) Barmaid.
I went for 2 jobs as a Barmaid when I got sick of being a live-in slave to a dysfunctional marriage.
In the interviews they asked me what experience I had apart from selling Hamburgers and I said I had read Caddie.
That was enough. I had 2 jobs to choose from. I chose the one in a 4 star hotel where Mr Hammie was the Hall Porter......

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If you missed Part I go Here for the first 3 honest things about me and my coil perm

This; boys and girls, is why not all of the Eighties Retro fashion should be revived.

This is actually the coil perm grown out by 18 months but still persisting under an obviously home done color. Also note the nattily twisted bandana worn as a necklace. Boo wears that now. By this stage I was living with Mr Hammie in a 1 room bedsit in Kilburn. One end of our Road was NW3 which made it West Hampstead. The end where we lived was opposite Biddy Mulligans - mere metres from Kilburn High Road, where one got to experience the color and smells of the Wine Tasting Club who occupied the park by day, and slept in the doorways of the bank by night.
These Poets of the Gutter, Looking at the Stars and drinking Carlsberg Special Brew, would leave little piles of puke on the footpath that you learned to step lightly over on the way to the Tube.

How I met Mr Hammie? is the next part of the story. xx