So, as I approach the end of an insanely busy and varied week, I come to think about the boot of my car. When things are getting particularly desperate back there, it’s just about all I can do to find one more empty canvas bag from Tesco or ASDA, and sort through the toys for what I will need in the next session.
Speech sound resources are mixed up with bubbles, stacking toys, balloons and spinning light-up fans. Assessments lurk in the bottoms of bags of toy foods. Teddies and their nemeses -crocodile puppets and toy snakes, brawl in dark corners. Glittery balls would be rolling around in a distracting manner, if only there were space for them to do so. Tumbling men, ladder clowns, and tree dwelling monkeys will be lodging for another night, in, or possibly out of, one bag or other. It’s all back there somewhere!
Somehow, tomorrow I need to make sense of this, as I will empty out my boot to make way for my stuff (mostly washing) to transport halfway across the country, to my other half of my life. If this all sounds rather depressing and toilsome, then you’re right. Four years of this has quite frankly turned me into a distracted soul. I’m still waiting for that formal job offer!