© Donna Williams
This morning whilst I'm in the bath, the ever knowledgable and science junkie/techy guru husband of mine, Chris, was trying to tell me about articles in New Scientist. I would love to learn but can't follow blah well, unfortunately neither written nor heard but I do my best... anyway... so he says sentence one... all's mostly clear... by sentence two the order of pieces in sentence one is jumbled... added to this, for the sake of avoiding 'redundancy' the non-autie writer's have now kindly dropped any reiteration of the focal topic because after all we can all hold that over in our heads (dream on)... so its now wonderfully refered to as 'that'.... and god don't I hate the word 'that'.... 'that bloody what?'. Chris has to re-read the previous sentence to give me back the concept behind the now enigmatic 'that'... and on it goes. It's a real challenge in patience for him as a hyperlexic wunderkind and here's me who can write like lightening and can't follow two tidily written non-autie sentences conveying wealths and wealths of information.
Lucky for me knowledge is not wisdom or boy would I be stupid.
