Well, I thought I'd better write something quickly before my nephew and niece start up their own blog and you all buggar off to read theirs instead! It will only be a quick one, I've got to get ready as I've got a dinner date tonight after the show...
Life has been good in Edinburgh, although it's taken a few days to adjust to. Sharing a flat with three blokes has been a learning curve... turns out that finally after all these years I've learnt that I don't like the toilet seat being left up either.
The show is going well, it's changing a little bit each day, and I've had some lovely, lovely people come along. There's been tears and laughter on both sides!
Audiences have experienced the thrill and delights of so many different people, from carrot farmers to train drivers. Albert Ross (don't ask!), the finest digger driver in the land, Paul the rockstar, Fred the explorer... dreams really have come true in that basement room in the middle of the day.
I've shared tender moments with my new surrogate fathers - David, Chris, Paul and Andy to name a few of them. It's fair to say some have stepped into the role of fatherhood far easier than others...
I just wanted to say thank you really to everyone who has come along. It's only been a week so far, but it's been a lot of fun. I will never be anything less than thrilled and delighted that people want to hear our story.
As for tonight's dinner date? Well, after what seems an eternity The Boy has arrived in Scotland. Talking about him each day and then going home and he's not there has been harder than I imagined. But after the show today I'm catching a train to go and meet him for dinner in Glasgow. And that will be the very best thing of all.
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.