It came to my attention yesterday that there are those, a small number of which I am aware, who mock my daughter. It’s funny, you see, because she is learning impaired. Hilarious, in fact.
No, it is.
How it works is, she is seen and heard saying one of the few things she can and someone over hearing her makes similar-ish sounds make in an exaggerated form. Others with them do the same and burst into paroxysms of laughter. Fantastic fun all round.
Now, you are going to ask, “why didn’t you say something?”
I would, if you’ve met me you KNOW for a fact I would. However wonderful and almost all-powerful as I am (I’m not), I can’t do anything or say anything when I’m not there and only hear about it afterwards. Then I hear that the same people have a track record of mocking. I threatened to deal with them retrospectively, I was warned to leave it alone due to other reasons I won’t go into, save to say it’s to protect innocent third parties who are afraid of these people.
Yes, you read that correctly.
It doesn’t mean I’m not still tempted, it doesn’t sit well with me to let that sort of thing pass. I mean, have we met? Even online? Then you KNOW it doesn’t sit with me.
I want credit for no name calling here, it’s costing me dearly.
I am leaving the rest of it there because I want to say too much more.
Now, on to something lighter.
To make up for venting and ten days of not posting (what do you mean that was a good thing?)
Yesterday was 13′s respite day and night again. While she went to a forestry place yesterday and the seaside this morning we went to a different seaside yesterday. I took my camera. Actually I took two cameras, the digital and a film, plus the iPhone so those of you who see my posts on Instagram,Twitter or Tumblr have already seen some.
So, that’s some of Penarth. We had a good time, 13 had a good time at her respite.
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