There’s a live mouse in our house. I am hiding from it whilst there is a lot of shouting and herding of cats in a desperate attempt to get them to remove it. Because one of them brought it in. But none of them are admitting it. I think mice are more scary than spiders.
We played with a niddy noddy yesterday. Very interesting but we couldn’t decide if it should be waxed or not.
And Calum has applied for a place at Foxes Academy. That’s the place in Minehead we took him to the other day. Absolutely brilliant place where the aim is to help young people with learning disabilities become as independent as they possibly can. They learn about different aspects of running a real hotel and restaurant, live in student houses and the students we met were the happiest people ever. Cal particularly liked the houses, but was a bit more circumspect about whether he did or didn’t like the idea of working in a hotel. Wise boy.
So, as one of what we hope will be a growing list of options, he’s put his hat in the ring. Why isn’t there a UCAS equivalent for people with learning difficulties with all the options for them. Eh?