My father worked with a man who I suspect might have been autistic. He was a warehouse manager, and he didn't used to shower or wash his clothes and he had dentures that he didn't clean, but, if Dad rang him up and said (he was in the confectionary business), "Jeff, I'm running short of Mars Bars," he could, back before computers were used, say, and without checking his notes, "I've got x-number of boxes. How many do you need?" And he kept a meticulously organised warehouse. And he didn't drive, either.

I can drive, but I can only drive an automatic, as I find having to engage one foot for the clutch and a hand for the gears is too challenging. Whereas with the automatic, you put it into drive and off you go.

I remember, I went to a school reunion last year, and I needed several days to recover.

Yes, I watch the same TV shows, regularly, and I found with a show that I like, A Country Practice, some episodes I remember from nearly 40 years ago. I watch them to calm me down.

One thing that really makes me angry, and okay, the scriptwriters of A Country Practice were left-wing, and so am I, is several nations abuse of asylum seekers. I despise how certain politicians who I believe deserve to be convicted of crimes against humanity, are re-elected and serve in positions of power. I despise the Federal Opposition Leader in Australia, for his inhumane treatment of asylum seekers, that has been condemned by the UN.