The School Run Is Over. Now It’s Your Turn.

The school bags are packed. The shoes have been located : mostly. The packed lunches have been made, forgotten, remade and possibly eaten by someone who claimed they weren’t hungry. You’ve survived the summer holidays. Congratulations. Now the house is quieter, the diary has a few suspiciously empty spaces in it, and September is here…

Death Stares and Care Bears

Once upon a train track, I was waiting for a train and two very full ones went by. “Tis the Job of a Yogi to be Love and Light” so eventually I got on a stupidly overcrowded train and smiled at the shared insanity of it all, in attempt to lighten the London Death Stares….