It is 1.30am and I am WIDE awake, because just over an hour ago I took my youngest son, Lawrie
to school to meet up with another 39 other very excited kids, who were about to set off on a school trip to France. They are travelling through the night down to Dover and then across to calais and then a 6 hour journey to their chateau in Normandy. We have been so keyed up to this trip for weeks, that now I have put him on the coach waved my goodbyes (I don’t think he noticed – its not cool to have your mum jumping about, waving frantically and blowing kisses is it!) I feel empty sort off, I so wanted to jump on the coach and share their excitement, to be 13 again. But this is when we have to step back and let go. So after the tail lights of coach had dissappeared in to the darkness, I got in my little car and drove off to my nearest 24 hour supermarket and bought a bottle of red wine and thought, sod it! if I can’t join them, I’ll have a glass of wine instead. Look on the bright side I am let off the school run for a few days.