What's the difference between a caring, loving, understanding mum and a total sap? I don't know but I think I'm just beginning to find out.
I am trying to cook dinner, fold washing and print out Super Mario pixellated scenes. Every time I print more, task-master here (Bob) says, 'hmmm I think I need a few more'. When, exasperated, I say that I've got plenty of other stuff to do, he says brightly:
"I know - you can do job, printing, job, printing, job, printing, and so it goes on. Right? That solves it!"
Note to self, being autistic doesn't exclude you from being a demanding little tinker.
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