A SUMMER FEAST ON NETFLIX

Netflix is still beating the telly by a mile, but during the busy summer months none of the women in the house have spent much time in front of screens. And of course if you’re only watching for an hour or so a day it takes weeks to watch each series!

So this is all we have managed to view over the past couple of months:

Films

I would watch more films on Netflix – I’d LOVE to watch more films on Netflix – but the choice is still a bit limited. So I’ve only two to report…

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CHOICES, OFFERS AND DECISIONS (ADULT DISABILITY SERVICES PART 7)

“My daughter the student” has a nice ring to it, I think. And guess what? It’s kinda true. Smiley’s education has been extended for a further two years. All the hard work has been worth it. But the battle is not yet over, as many other school leavers will have no service in September.

So how did she get to this point? Well I had five choices for my daughter, which is not quite as good as it sounds, and they looked like this:

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THE GIANT MONSTER CAKE EATING CHALLENGE

In all fairness it wasn’t my fault. My eldest daughter sent me a link to the best places to eat cakein Dublin and challenged me to bring Smiley to all of them. Just to test whether they really arethat good. How could I refuse?

It’s also that stage of the summer holidays when I’m running out of answers to the question “what shall we do today?” Suddenly I had a new project, and so we began the giant monster cake eating challenge. Today.

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WHY ADULT DISABILITY SERVICES ARE NEEDED (PART 6)

If I truly loved my daughter I’d want to spend every hour of every day with her, wouldn’t I? Wrong.

If she didn’t have special needs you wouldn’t expect that for longer than a couple of years at most.

It’s the summer holidays right now and I spend at least 8 hours a day directly entertaining and helping my daughter, sometimes that involves multitasking (hello Twitter and Tesco!) but less than when she was little and enjoyed watching and chatting to me while I did everyday household activities like cooking and cleaning.

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BEING BORED

It’s 25 minutes to 8 on a sunny summer’s evening, and I’ve 25 minutes until Smiley’s bed time routine begins. Oh, and I’m bored.

I used to think that only boring people got bored, but obviously I’ve changed my mind about that.

The kitchen is cleanish, the carpets have been hoovered, the washing has been put away, and no-one needs me.

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MIND THE GAP AND OTHER MID-LIFE CLOTHING DILEMMAS

Summer is always the worst time.

Finding something comfortable and stylish to wear when you’re getting old and fat (and hot) is an annual challenge. For about three decades the first sight of sun would send me running for shorts and a T-shirt, but no longer. I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself, let alone my children or anyone else.

But even covering up can be difficult. Every second year the crop tops are back in fashion, fine if you’re 15, not so much when you’re 50. And even a standard length top may look fine in the shop, but after a couple of washes it will fail the ‘gap’ test.

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