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Date: 14 July 2008 17:49:31
So far, so good. I have survived the first day of the Week of Excessive Sociability. Meaning that I managed to pick up my friend Rabia (who was still in bed when I arrived, instead of waiting on the doorstep), ferry her to the parents' Relaxation Techniques morning, park the car on the third attempt (chased out by the doorman at the venue, then discovering that an appropriate length of time on the pay and display cost £4, which neither of us had, and finally finding a space on a side road too close to the junction) and take part in the sessions in spite of having woken up with a headache (which, admittedly, disappeared in the course of the morning).
I then arrived half an hour early for lunch with a friend, went to lunchtime prayers at the London Mennonite Centre and heard more sad news*, and repaired with friend and other friend who tagged along, to a café where everything on the menu was 'off' (although I didn't ask for Spam). Rather subdued conversation in view of all the tragedy lately.
Now there's just the 8.15 am school meeting to sort out Genius Brat's GCSE timetable clash, the lunch with lovely BBC friend (who also has a son with Asperger's) , the coffee morning for special needs parents at GB's school, and the lunch with a group of mums from the special schools that Rabia's boys go to. It is perfectly possible, round North London at least, to make a full time job of being a 'special' parent.
Then I can relax and be a hermit again - for about two days until the school holidays start...
*(that college friend of other friend had drowned in a caving accident, aged 20).