Reflections of a Sussex Girl in the Peak District.
I have a routine now when I get one of those dreaded but half expected phone calls from the supported living complex where my son Simon sometimes, 'not so' happily resides. I hear the familiar voice of the care worker on the phone as she tentatively explains the latest predicament, and sense the hope in…
The other day one of the lovely bloggers I follow asked me if I would update everyone on my son Simons' journey into Independent living. I was touched by the request and felt thankful that I am part of such a caring online community. Sometimes family can be found in the most unexpected of places. For…
Continue reading ➞ Independent Living. (The Peaks and the valleys).
Through rose tinted glasses. 