I have this little song I sing when I’m driving, it doesn’t have a particular tune that I could give you to sing it yourself, but it goes like this, “me in the middle..” Repeatedly, until I turn a corner. I sang this so much upon our return to the US that my family knew it was wise not to try and communicate with me when we were stopped at intersections because if they did I’d just sing this silly…
The other day one of my son’s asked if we could go to the bookshop, not an entirely surprising request although this particular son has only recently really fallen in love with reading despite his age. My immediate answer was, “Sure, why not!” Unfortunately, it took another three days before we actually made it to the bookstore. As both of my young adult son’s made bee lines for the books they were after, and could be heard a few isles…