Last week I spent some time (see posts passim) helping my severely dyslexic cousin fill in a job application form. Took hours; but was highly rewarding - its easy to take the ability to write for granted and humbling to watch a sufferer writing with the same care as if painting a masterpiece.
He got the job.
Much whooping and cheering. Followed by Guinness. Today is one of the good days.
Maybe I should go for the treble and ask out one of the girls in the other office...
