Ali Mercer
@alimercerwriter.bsky.social
Here but not here. Often sleepy and mildly baffled. Late adopter. Jotter-downer. Onetime diary keeper. Writes stuff. Sometimes cannot then read it back, especially when have tried to keep secret by using rusty shorthand. Likes tea.
🙂 It was not bad, but I did not get a whole lot of reading/writing done! However, today is another day! x
November 24, 2024 at 8:34 AM
🙂 It was not bad, but I did not get a whole lot of reading/writing done! However, today is another day! x
It is actually quite close to where I live in Abingdon, Oxfordshire - on a much nicer day than today though!
November 24, 2024 at 8:33 AM
It is actually quite close to where I live in Abingdon, Oxfordshire - on a much nicer day than today though!
don't really know what I'm doing on here and might now be spamming you madly, but anyway, would love to be added and thank youuuuu xx
November 20, 2024 at 5:30 PM
don't really know what I'm doing on here and might now be spamming you madly, but anyway, would love to be added and thank youuuuu xx
thank you for doing this! I've followed everyone - would be very grateful if you could add me x
November 20, 2024 at 5:30 PM
thank you for doing this! I've followed everyone - would be very grateful if you could add me x
aaaargghhh! Excruciating. Rotten for him. Miserable for you. When what should be a happy time turns into an ordeal all round. Have been there! xx
November 4, 2023 at 8:50 PM
aaaargghhh! Excruciating. Rotten for him. Miserable for you. When what should be a happy time turns into an ordeal all round. Have been there! xx
Remembering, with a slight shiver, the Christmas when my son was 3, on the waiting list for an autism diagnosis but as yet not officially diagnosed. There were meltdowns. Being with family got hard. (It got better later. There were social stories, relaxed panto, etc.)
November 4, 2023 at 8:18 AM
Remembering, with a slight shiver, the Christmas when my son was 3, on the waiting list for an autism diagnosis but as yet not officially diagnosed. There were meltdowns. Being with family got hard. (It got better later. There were social stories, relaxed panto, etc.)