One of the perks of having small children is all that thinking time you get in the wee small hours. Like now.
I’ve been reading How to be a Woman by Caitlin Moran. This is good thing on a number of counts. Firstly, I have actually read a book! Since having the boys my literary activity has been laughable. Secondly, it (the book) has given me a kick up the proverbial which quite frankly I needed. She writes with such vim it’s impossible not to be fired up. It has to be said, having Parkinsons makes you selfish in that you’re always aware of yourself iyswim. This book has made me think again about the bigger picture. A good thing. Finally, it made me laugh. I pity the poor guy I sat next to on the train home on Thursday. I got the giggles big time when the bat flew into her face. Tears rolling down my face.
I’ve always liked Moran, now I think I love her. When I’m awake I will post on the theories etc she propounds but it’s way too early for real thinking right now. Yawn. I was joking about perks btw.