Today was one of those days where a sense of humour really came in useful.No matter where I was,I needed to be somewhere else.A time machine would have been useful.
No matter what I did,I needed to do something else.But different.At the same time.And with something else......
I'm sure that you've had days like that too. Although I'm lucky enough to live in one of the most beautiful areas of Britain,when your mind is dark and cloudy through what the day has delivered you,the scenery just blurs into a dirty smudge.
When the time came to return home,the inside of my car was a welcome retreat.I took a deep breath,cranked up the volume and let the sound of Green Day accompany me home.
I don't know why,but being greeted by the beaming,sticky chocolate covered face of my son just obliterates any bad feelings that have accumulated during the day.Even if that same face will be driving me crazy later on in the evening.
After seeing how Callum can spend hours having fun with even the smallest,most inconsequential things led me to start to wonder what happened to us all-when did we lose the ability to just imagine?
I've started trying to see my evenings and weekends through the eyes of child again but I just can't place when the wonderful imagination that I had as a child deserted me.
Imagination is such a great thing,something so precious that we should value it more than anything,but at some point in our lives it disappears.
Maybe if I could be reunited with just a fraction of my childhood imagination,the troubles of the day could just fade away...
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