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Am I wasting my time by seriously considering inventing an Anti-Fit hack to my Fitbit watch, and introducing a ‘Pro’ setting (standing for ‘Prosecco Consumption?)
Am I a bad person for wanting to refer to our lovely, but amusingly-monikered New Forest Holiday Park not by its actual name (Sandy Balls) but by my own, less polite version (‘Itchy Bollocks’)?
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Are alpacas even allowed to use a zebra crossing?
These questions are all burning ones. But the most flammable query on my mind today after returning from a weekend away in the company of a special tribe of special kids, special young people, and their special families, is this: Could we have had more fun?
It was our second Prader-Willi Syndrome Association UK family weekend. And the stress of the car journey (“Are we nearly there yet? It’s taking a BILLION years!”) melted away as we drove through the trees to our miniature home on wheels.
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Handsome little Clive politely gave out world class hugs (hence my aforementioned stalking). Beautiful little Polly told me solemnly how she had been “so looking forward” to holding my girls hand, promptly did so, and didn’t really let go. (I had to keep reminding my daughter that she was attached to a small person when she approached a gate or a door).
Our family won the quiz, principally because I brazenly cheated and asked friends on social media to identify a cartoon character that no-one could get. “Check the back of the paper for rules, and if there aren’t any, we can Google!” I told my daughter, imparting a valuable life lesson. ‘Sindbad’ (no, me neither) earned me a bottle of plonk, which my daughter strickenly dismissed as ‘a Mum prize’, so Maggie stepped in and gave her a doodle book, and all was well.
Thank you, to the PWSA UK team for organising and running the weekend. Thank you to everyone who came and put a constant smile on my face (you see, no, it was not entirely down to hitting my Pro-secco targets with aplomb).
Thank you for making my daughter happy. In life she is often different. Here she was alike. And she aliked it a lot.
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What did the alpaca's eat?
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