I know that there are many men who don’t feel safe to go up to a distressed child and try to comfort them for fear that other people watching might take them for paedophiles.
Some readers with whom I’ve been invisible friends for some time know that my son, the Togster, has Asperger’s Syndrome, and thus has special educational needs. Like many Aspies, he is fairly high IQ and quite accomplished with maths/science/tech subjects,… Read More ›
Steak for dinner. A McLaren Vale 2003 Cabernet Shiraz. Aunty’s Friday Crime Night. Now Mr Tog is watching the rugby union and I am blogging. We both have Guinness. Happy St Patrick’s Day.