Well my strange limbo between hols and return to school suddenly made sense at three this morning, when I woke with the realisation that I hadn’t washed any of the school uniform or kit.
feeling better now…Thank God it was Sunday.
Some moments I want to be younger…early twenties, learning something different to the things I learnt…studying art, being brave enough to sing and dance…how many housewives with too much time on their hands fancy themselves as singers, poets and artists(!?)
Some moments I want to be older…sixty, maybe seventy, old enough to know I just am what I am, my place in the world was what it was, and my thing was whatever my thing was…to feel like I have done as much as I can.
perhaps I’m just lazy!