Ds2 has become so obsessed with the minibuses at the school around the corner that he practically ran there, ahead of me, this morning. He's basically got his telly, his tablet (which he's developed a habit of dropping behind furniture when not in use, so it's screen is now cracked and all his skirting boards dented and chipped) and his ruddy minibuses. One green, one white, but no blue one, currently. On the upside, he's getting more proficient at helping me make his bed. Life skills and all that.
From the 8th, at the earliest, his special school are taking in a few more children of key workers and pupils deemed vulnerable. If a severely autistic teenager isn't vulnerable, then that word has lost all its meaning.
On a lighter note, the demtors appear to have spooked the local jackdaws. The past couple of years, we've had the most amazing murmurstiins at dusk, with up to 100 jackdaws flying overhead, all together. Just a big, squeaky cloud of them. It might just be a bit way, since the babies are only just beginning to fledge, but we've been hearing them, but they're just flying in their family groups, at the moment. Social distancing gawn mad!