A Drake's Progress

It's not often you're left stunned in the supermarket.  I mean, there was that one time I queued up at customer service behind a gro...

Prader-Willi Syndrome is a train ride. An old-fashioned, steam-billowing, noisy, tooting train ride. Staying on the tracks is tough, corneri...

My girl is 22 today. As you can see from the photo, hair-brushing was not first on the agenda this morning, but opening presents was. Her lo...

My daughter spent a long time tackling a college task today; she had to write independently about how she has been affected by life in lock...

So it’s done.   After 25 blogs in 26 days I rashly vowed to let my son loose on my hair with electric clippers in what was ...

I like a big finish. Tomorrow will be the last of my 26 blogs in 26 days to raise money for the Prader-Willi Syndrome Association, the ...

I just fell through a portal into the past.   The sight of our newborn baby girl in an incubator in the hospital's Special Care Ba...