' Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.'
Saturday, 28 September 2013
It's the blooming middle of the night so why am I awake and perky as a perky thing? It doesn't bode well for how I'll feel later on in the afternoon. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I'm taking Louis for his second phase of his 11 plus this morning. Not that he's worried. He's sound asleep and the odds are I'll have to wake him from his slumbers in a few hours time. Shouldn't he be the one that's fretting in the wee dark hours. Or it that a mother's job?