Thanks to everyone who has sent helpful comments on managing heartburn, weight loss and of course curing autism. I cannot promise I will try them all.
At risk of sounding like a broken record, I’m uplifted by the hundreds of beautiful comments about I Stand Quietly. I’ve also read some frankly devastating emails from people about their own struggles. There aren’t words for how that feels.
Also, seeing as I am only human, I have been suffering some pangs of wistfulness that whilst I know the National Autistic Society will work wonders with the £11,000 and counting, I would give my right arm for a lot less than that to spend on private occupational therapy for my daughter……. still, there’s that outstanding PPI claim…
Not to put an inappropriately light twist on serious things but thank goodness someone saw fit to send me cake. Oh the power of social media put to REAL GOOD. A hefty 2lbs of pure emotional eating
torture pleasure guilt frenzy.
I shall let the photos tell the story much better than my dribbly-mouthed words could, thank you so much to Mel, the super cool cake baker of, for the generous treat…
No, I can’t be bothered to work out how to turn the last photo around. I am too busy admiring the annoyingly even distribution of fruit. And relishing a box-opening experience that Apple would be proud of… Oh, and eating another butter-laden slab. You can’t believe I covered it in butter? Blame Mel, it was her idea.
If you want your own fix of hearty Welsh distraction and solace, buy it here.
Always good to spot that the ever helpful auto-correct changes barabrith to barbarity before you hit publish. That wouldn’t have read so well. Of course, had I spelled it correctly in the first place, I wouldn’t have learned that. But then I wouldn’t have had this lame almost funny final paragraph either.