My journey

I bit the bullet, took the fifteen-mile bus trip, and hiked up to the offices of the people who are to conduct my ASD diagnosis. I'm glad I did. They gave me a cup of coffee, asked me the preliminary questions they would have asked on the phone (I explained that I find phones difficult), and have booked me in for an appointment in a fortnight. That is the best possible result, and such a relief. I have written to my MP to let him know, and pointed out that because of the timing, I don't think this is mere coincidence. My long, agonising wait is nearly over.