Has a bomb gone off?

It’s now the night before my children start the new school year. We’ve tried on all the uniform and tied the tie so many times in so many styles. Now we are packing the bags. My daughter has retrieved all the school books and folders that were thrown into her wardrobe at the end of last term. She is trying to decide what she needs to keep, what can go and what she may need on her first day back. At the moment the lounge looks like a bomb has gone off in it. FILING sounds good at this time! MORE SPACE cries my daughter.

I must remember that after 9am tomorrow morning, life still carries on and I will need to go to work. Everything is focused on the 8.40am arrival time.

Plus I must remember that I need a treat after these last few stressful days. A bit of retail therapy I feel will be necessary. Then I can get on with my new book. I’m at dilemma do I continue with my “Farmer ” book? or do I write “More Talk of the playground”? which is itching to come out of my fingers. Or shall I just write them both?