thought a) I'm not going to do it, he deserves a lesson in keeping his stuff organised.
thought b) Of course I'll do it, he's only young,
thought c) typical, I've got a list of things as long as my arm I don't need anything else.
thought d) If I were in his place I'd be so worried and I don't want him to be worried.
thought e) He's a lucky boy I'd just cleaned under the sofa in the playroom and found his recorder.
thought f) It was obviously a sign, I must go.
And so I went, because I'm a push-over and don't want my boys to be upset even if I asked a million times 'have-you-got-everything-for-school' and I got a million yes back. I went running out of the door but I grabbed the dog too so whilst I was waiting for school to finish I had time to take the hound for a long walk on the hills behind the school. (another item on my list...)
Now, the boys have been attending this school for the last three years. I've had this ferocious beast for two. The hills have been here for considerable time... and I'd never even looked at them before.
They're full of berries,
and the view is amazing!
Not to mention the bizarre objects found in remote gardens...
(a boat???? we're miles from any water... cool boat though)
I had a wonderful time. My spirit was lifted and was a much nicer mum to the boys than I would have been otherwise. Serendipity? Perhaps. Carpe Diem? A little bit.
But the thing that gets me the most is discovering this amazing 'new' place. I've lived here for almost 20 years and I'm still discovering new places. It's almost embarassing.