Whitterer on Autism

We have being doing “that” little trick in our family for as long as I can remember, although admittedly the memory is a bit shaky these days.

So today is the day that we draw the winner for the “giveaway.” It should have been the first of May and the end of Autism Awareness Month, but real life ran away with me.

I did plan to use the randomizer but tempest fugit so I trusted the job to “Old Faithful.” To be honest we practiced a LOT first, as chance, random and ‘lap of the gods’ are all matters of great angst. In fact when I think of the time we spent practicing, I could probably have learned how to use the randomizer and saved myself hours. Glad his sister was on hand to translate my appalling hand-writing!

So the winner is “Susie” at “Susies Homemade.” If you can trust me with your postal address I shall send it right off to you on Monday.

Meanwhile I’ve been working on my calligraphy. I favour English Roundhand myself, no big surprises there, so if you have one of those names that is never available when it comes to monogrammes, just let me know.

Cheers dears

Many positive, happy and optimistic people enjoy sharing their triumphs with others and like to list the many things that they are truly and genuinely grateful for. Other people, miserable, cynical pessimists, have to try a lot harder. It’s a jolly short list.

1. I am grateful for the opportunity to further beautify my garden with the addition of small fencing to edge the flower beds. Additionally, although it only reaches as high as Thatcher’s ankles we are confident that it will serve as a visual reminder and barrier. Hopefully the strawberries will remain in the earth. Should this campaign fail we are quite certain that baths for Mr. Muddy will prove a more aversive reinforcement.

2. I am grateful for the many useless coupons from the supermarket which reflect the ever increasing amount of fodder that I purchase to keep my family’s tummies full. If anyone has need for vouchers for Preparation H, just let me know.

3. I am delighted at the new phrase that perseverates throughout our house at 50 decibels and 30 minutes duration:- “I’m gonna be dah fattest guy in dah world ever.” As yet we have not noticed any physical evidence of additional flesh over his skinny little chicken chest, but otherwise remain hopeful. This is the power of positive thinking

3. I am truly grateful for my son’s bravery, when he dumped a whole carton of ant powder on the single insect under the table in the garden. We are even more delighted that the ants have decided to re-group and camp out in the dining room instead. This provides the perfect business opportunity as grateful families the world over benefit from our new money making enterprise to re-stock ant farms on Etsy.

What do you mean?

Of course they’re home made.

Cheers dears