Not only was yesterday back to school for the boys but for
me too as I attended a course in Manchester.
Unfortunately it wasn’t a writing course, that would have
been much more fun, but was a fundraising course for work.
It was an early start, leaving the house at 7.30, and making
sure that both the boys were up and ready for school before I left, and a bit
of shock to the system. But it was a
lovely day, typical that the weather has turned so warm and dry now that school
is back.
I had a lovely hour on the train reading and writing, a rare
bit of peace with no interruptions from email and technology. I love train journeys, they are like being in
your own special bubble.
The course itself was very intense, lasting from 9.30 – 4.30
and by the end of it I felt as though my brain was in complete overload. I’m just not used to studying so hard anymore
and I felt complete sympathy for the boys being in school all day, I’d
forgotten how tough it can be.
I met some lovely people though and even one who only lives
round the corner from me so I hope that we will keep in touch and be able to
help each other in our jobs. A small
world hey?
By the time I got home it was gone 6, and my husband took us
all to the pub for tea. A lovely end to
a long, hard day.
