It’s Monday. 11.30. My mobile rings. “Hello, it’s nursery, Little Sister has been sick.” My poor baby. She’s only ever been sick once before and I’m not with her. “Please can you pick her up straight away.” I’m in the middle of writing a proposal – only the first item on my To Do list. I stuff the contents of my desk into a bag and rush home. (As quickly as you can rush on a South West Train).
Little Sister spends the afternoon being cuddled on the sofa while my mind works through all the tasks that need completing. I could get stressed or just give in to the situation. I choose the latter. Thank goodness for technology; I can catch up with work tonight.
