I he beginning of Spring is such a beautiful time of year – it’s fresh but not freezing in the morning; the evenings are softer and longer so you can venture outside for a bit, and the green of new leaves is always inspiring. It makes the morning school run a lot easier too, not having to get up and wrestle the kids into some kind of schoolgoing shape in the cold and dark.
The school run’s been slightly different for us anyway, this year, because Seventeen is in matric, and this is the last year of morning madness. Well, for him, at least; we’ll still be out there next year with Sixteen, who is up next, battling the road rage of parents in big cars on their way Somewhere…
