As I write this, my son is throwing an almighty tantrum on the floor. This is after a brief intermission of sleep. Before that, he was in the exact same position, limbs flailing.
Ah, wow, just then he tried to throw my laptop across the room. Right, that’s it, I’d best be off. It’s one thing to take umbrage with me. I’m his mother, I’m used to it.
But when the technology, my friend and erstwhile lover, comes under threat? Well that’s just not on.
So I must dash again.
Will I ever get back in here for a decent period of time? I wonder. Do you care? I care. Ultimately I suppose that is all that matters.
