Author: Jax Blunt
The purpose of this blog
Was to keep track of our home ed days and chat over the garden fence (virtually speaking) with other home educators. Most of those people have moved on, in that their children are more of an age with my teens and I’ve let the home ed aspect lapse. Today one of those teens used the…

Brio World Travel Switching Set 33512 – review
This post contains affiliate links. We were sent the Brio World Travel Switching set for the purposes of review, all opinions are mine. We have been Brio fans for a very long time, and have a fairly comprehensive stock of trains and track from years and years ago. I love that it’s all still compatible…

Pebble by pebble.
One year ago, I took myself to the doctors, thinking I was having a resurgence of the anxiety and depression I’ve battled all my life. https://www.instagram.com/p/BbrzKVPBwuU/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=d5rxhoo9vev4 It took a while, but turned out the problem was actually an underactive thyroid, I wrote about it a couple weeks ago. So what’s the problem now? Because I’m…

Thinking of self
Over on twitter today I’ve been involved in a fab conversation with lots of other autistic adults. People have been discussing how they felt post diagnosis, which, particularly for those of us with late dx, can be a whole complicated bunch of things. And then people have gone on to talk about special interests and…

Saturday snippets
{musing} I was doing so well with blog every day November, then I hit a day where I didn’t know what to write and I was really really tired so I went to bed and that was it. Stopped. How do other people pick up when they falter? (not even asking how people don’t falter.…

Doing kind things
I try to practice little kindnesses. Letting the guy with three things go past me at the Lidl checkout. Putting my coppers in the volunteer coast watch box in the coop. Giving the homeless woman outside tesco a couple of quid. I hope that stopping and talking to her is kind too. I’ve not seen…

Poppies and poetry
I read Siegfried Sassoon in school and it made me cry. (I do cry pretty easily I know, but that stuff sank in. And stayed.) Poppies are one of my favourite flowers. The above is my own picture. I don’t need poppies or poetry to remember anything, but each can bring focus. I just kind…

Friday night
Is fish and chips after a very long day at work. Is the rain lashing against the attic window while I curl up in bed with a book. Is not a night for blogging.








