Flying. Airports. Meltdown.

Last time I flew, my husband was surrounded by armed police, I was 7 months pregnant, and I had my AS son with me.
I suppose that needs to be explained.
Well, the pregnancy explains itself, it is not that kind of blog, I mean the armed police thing.
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Survived Xmas.

Xmas was relatively OK.
After doing the shopping at 3am on the eve, as per my last post, we had everything we needed.
1am Xmas day my mother called. One of her students, who had become a friend (mum teaches computers to the brain injured) passed away just before midnight, after a hospital transfer and (IMHO) medical negligence at the new hospital.
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