So day 17 is actually saturday which was the 18th. We walked to the supermarket and I learnt that my son is way fitter than I am. He set off running across the field and landed quite a while before me.
Day 18 - Thomas tracks are a pain in the butt to put together but a joy for my son to play with.
Day 19 is going to be today which is the 20th. My lesson was one I learnt a long while ago but was reminded of this morning. There is no reasoning with a person who is on the autistic spectrum and it is best to just embrace their quirks. Crossing the road in a certain position everyday - things having to be done in a specific order - waving goodbye at school a certain number of times - each fastening on his scooter having to be in a particular place (to the millimetre). The list goes on but you get the picture.