It’s time the school run. God help us.
PE Kit: unwashed.
School shoes: unclean
Book bags: unfound.
Water bottles: unemptied.
This Mum: unfazed and going to bed.
Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.
Perhaps, Albert. Although it could also just be indicative of being a disorganised, lazy moo.
Wish me luck come the call of the school run