Sunset Song

Another go at the beach sunset today. This time the family came too. Tonight, we were blighted by too little cloud. Nice walk though.

Fairly low key day, starting with a lie in: usually a great start to any day, but not when you're laid low with a cold (for any men reading, that's flu to you). Lots of work on the Christmas shoebox issue from a few days ago, and also some research on speech therapy in schools/nurseries. This latter task was preparing for an appointment with Conor's NHS speech therapist. Very illuminating on how nurseries/schools are supposed to deal with this. Ours is really not dealing with it at all.

Lucky Conor, of course, has pushy parents to fight his corner, but what about the kids of parents who don't know what should be done or how to achieve it? Makes me very cross. Conor will always get whatever help we can pay for/fight for and others can't understand why I get so cross about the lack of provision (9 speech therapists in our region for hundreds and hundreds of children) when my kid is 'doing fine'.

Why should Conor get special treatment just because he has an articulate* pushy mum? Who are we pushing off the bottom of the list by pushing him to the top?

I can feel another campaign coming on.

*Normally, during the day, with forethought, I am quite articulate. Now I'm just in venting mode and, therefore, not.