The healing powers of Bruno Mars

On the whole today was a good day. But the sanity crunch point came at 4pm when I picked Squidge up from baby school. He wanted to stay and we had to go. Oh yes, full on meltdown. Crying, shouting, hitting. Huge globs of snot gravitating towards his upper lip. I picked up the emotional…

Songs for my daughter – 2

I’m currently reading a book called Neurotribes – the synposis of which is ‘ What is autism: a devastating developmental disorder, a lifelong disability, or a naturally occurring form of cognitive difference akin to certain forms of genius?’ I want to believe it’s the latter, or at least that the ability to think and behave…

Songs for my daughter – 1

I find music an unbelievably powerful force. I can’t just stick on something in the background. I get far too involved.  Music gets inside me, burrows under my skin and penetrates the deepest recesses of my soul.