It is one of those crisp, incredible mornings, the kind where you somehow feel excited for absolutely no reason!
The kind where, in your mind, anything, I mean anything at all, is possible and that you ARE indeed going to achieve the eight thousand jobs than you have had on your to – do list for over a year. You are also going to fit in some hard -core exercise, cook tonight’s delicious dinner, get that long over due assignment finished and maybe even ibook the twenty five photo albums that have gathered dust for the last 10 years….
But then, like an old vinyl record, having the stylus dragged across it, to an abrupt ear slitting halt, from nowhere, a sound that could only resemble a mighty ’clash of the Titans’ looming sea monster, that is closing in on you, accompanied by Gollum (Lord of the Rings) who is revoltingly, sniffing back a pint of green snot, into his slimy, blocked sore throat, starts to drag you, kicking and screaming from that inspired, excited moment, that you were savoring so deliciously, like the last piece of chocolate in the whole wide world…
….. into the harsh, cold and cruel, parallel universe. The one that only parents live in fear of, the one they call,‘ Home from school!’