September. Back to school. Sharp new pencils and lots of good intentions. Back to school for my boy means that I can put aside my Mummy hat (stop channelling Martha Stewart as I redirect my creative urges into jam, chutney, relish and cake making, stop drinking tea with other desperate-eyed parents, stop honing my skills at Lego Clone wars for the PS3 and stop auditioning for the part of Crap Mum on Super Nanny – see previously mentioned activity. I can get back to being writer me. Oooo. What shall I do now?
Back to school