Of a morning, on my drive to the office, I pass three schools. I see many mums driving their young. Not this morning, obviously, as it is half-term (and don't I bloody know it, mine own flesh and blood is in Kuwait with his mum and her fiance. Thank God for Skype).
Many of the cars drive past with a straight-faced mum and silent kids looking gloomily out of the window, But some cars go by and mum is talking, or the kids are, and mum is laughing, or there is singing. These cars have a kind of glow. They exude a warmth, and that warmth crosses into my car. It's enough to keep me tepid for weeks.
I love seeing the jolly, happy cars. I just wish the gloomy ones could see it too.
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I now have a school drive
just me and the smallest. . .
we drive the ex's new car (he traded the family estate in for a snazzy soft top, which I use during the week for the school run)
on dry mornings we have the roof down and sail along singing to the radio
Heart FM on the way there (her choice) Radio 1 on the way back (I'm hopeless at tuning a radio)
everyone smiles at us - two blondes in a sports car with the top down. . . I sometimes chat to men driving dustcarts in the traffic going in the oppososite direction (she finds this really embarassing, but I figure that's all part of my job)
most people look fairly miserable, it has to be said
crikey. I feel me hormones rushing around just thinking about it*. lucky bin men...
* the thought of the lovely ILTV racing around with the top down, obv.
Me and eldest used to discuss the future of the world, the advantages of dictatorships and my computer on the skule run.
I doubt if we glowed but we used to have some really fun arguments.
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