The sun showed its face briefly this week, and Archie appeared talker in hand, very excited; washing help. I’ll admit I was confused, and at first thought that maybe he had spilt something. Upstairs. Nope I was still confused. A 1, 2 followed by a jabbing point out the window clarified it for me, Archie was telling me that our next door neighbours had hung their washing out on the roof terrace (1,2 representing the 2nd floor).
I was faster today when he appeared with a pegs upstairs. And he was delighted, and joined me by the roof terrace door to watch the neighbour’s sheets, grinning from ear to ear. I have always struggled to understand the obsession with washing lines, but it’s been there for many years.
Slightly more conventionally Archie seems to have suddenly turned very teenage in his interests, although maybe a couple of decades out of date. After hearing a CD in the car he has been playing The Stone Roses pretty much non-stop. Yesterday I found him playing Waterfall on the iPad and iPod simultaneously.
A Life Unlimited 
something about washing…who kows? son16 with severe ASD uses AAC (ipad running Grid2 now) here too also love washing. constant refrain is “silvy’s washing” (silvy was a neighbour in previous home) but he goes near to visit his dad so always comes back with tales of the washing on the balcony.