I know that around 3.30 pm, a nearby three-year-old will kick off with a horrendous screaming tantrum - almost every single day. (It must be the time he gets tired and overwhelmed.)
If the weather's good, I just have to come indoors, before it starts. It really upsets me to hear him so distressed - and I do sympathise, as he's non-verbal with autism. Still, I'm annoyed by the noise disturbance too -being only human.
What I simply can't fathom, though, is why his family don't take him indoors before he exhaust himself into a sobbing mess.
have you ever been mistaken for a race/ethnicity/ancestry that you are not?
What do you find yourself avoiding more as you get older?
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother


. We lived in a street with a private path between the two facing rows of houses, which was safe for children to play. There would be my sister, me, the children opposite and sometimes cousins or other visitors. I don't think we screamed and yelled (my mum wouldn't have allowed it), but we wouldn't have been quiet, as children aren't.