So there we sat in my car in the car park. I had a ball game with me so we played catch between the front seats. It was surprisingly fun. I escaped several times to go to the loo, speak to 3 adults and one boy I know already. H spoke to no one apart from me. He smiled a lot and said he enjoyed the 'picnic in a car'. I enjoyed the breeze, leaning against the car to eat my sandwich. It was like the old couples sitting in their cars by the beach. I've always thought how peaceful they look, all snug with mugs of hot tea!
The difference between this and what I would want is enormous. Why won't H engage with the activities, the other children, the adults? He is such good fun to debate things with. So I am gloomy and cheerful at the same time.