Magic
I am still on my school holiday, but go back next week. So I thought it was about time that I started to get myself sorted. This year I'm continuing with my hip and trendy job with the yoof, starting another job working with the yoof but in a more groovy and supportive type role, and also beginning my post-grad diploma in psychodynamic counselling.
So I was going through my diary and writing all the important wheres I need to be, and whens.
And gradually I became just a teensy bit panicked.
As I realised that nobody's holidays co-ordinate with anybody else's holidays which leaves me in a position of never having any holidays.
So I started to hoover.
As one does when one is feeling a little bit overwhelmed.
Obviously.
But all the stuff was still going round my head, about timings and fees and books I must read and visiting friends in different countries that I may never be able to do.
And then the doorbell rang. Or strictly speaking, the door made a knocking sound.
And something arrived that somehow has made everything just a little bit better.