Just to clarify (as always when one posts something hastily thought out and emotive, one receives many paranoid texts and emails), if you have the URL for my blog I am not passive-aggressively bitching about you on it! Expressing sympathy/hoping I go back to work soon/asking me questions is not the twatish behaviour to which I refer. The twatish behaviour is saying, “it’ll get more catastrophic the longer you leave it,” or “wow, sounds like you just don’t like working!” QUOTE UNQUOTE.
“I attended a thing about Asperger’s today,” MindReader says to me as I put my shoes on. “It was very interesting.”
It’s 9.00pm and I am distracted.
“Oh yes, they did cover good memories,” he says with a smile.
I smile back, having just moments before rattled off Elephant car insurance’s telephone number, the order in which you have to press the options to get through to complaints and our policy number (D for dog, B for bog).
“And about how routine is important,” he adds.
“Is it?” I say, hunting for my handbag.
“Well, not routine – more doing the same things every day.” MindReader pauses, looking at the clock. “Where are you going?”
“Oh, I need to get cocoa to make the hot chocolate.”
“The one you have at the same time every night?”