





It’s 10.17am and only now am I managing to get to the page.
The night happened. It came and went!
Insomnia reared its ugly head, no particular reason, but my mind was having a party that I didn’t want to be a part of.
I think I saw the dial on the clock at 2:30am, 3:45am, 5:27am and thought sod it, sleeping will have to go on the ‘to do’ list.
After a maximum of 2 hours of shut eye, my morning started with me trying to manoeuvre 2 teenage boys out of bed, neither partial to an early Monday morning wake up call. Why it’s my responsibility to make sure they get up and dressed now they are 19 and 13 years of age is beyond me. Mum being mum, I make sure they get in the shower, eat a decent breakfast that doesn’t involve chocolate as the main ingredient, then shuffle the youngest into the car. Laundry luckily finished spinning on time, giving me a few minutes to throw the wet towels onto the line before loading the ridgebacks into the boot.
It was actually a miracle and relief to be out t…