Thank you all, he had a lovely birthday. We both popped in, his nanna popped in and he went out for a pub meal with his sessional worker Bev. They always go to the same pub and the manager knows him and she bought him a card, that was the best bit I think
It wasn't really his weekend home, but I feel better with him home at the moment, so he came home yesterday and he had more visitors, more presents, and an Indian takeaway, happy boy.
Although he went to bed watching Glee and woke me up at 1am singing Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow at the top of his voice. It's worse than a 23 year old that goes down the pub and comes back singing
he says thank you for thinking of him (although what he is actually looking at is his birthday cake complete with rapidly melting candles)
