Oh my sack.
What a morning.
To cut a long story short, I woke up early and, once the kids were ready for school, got on with the operation of getting them there, chop chop. The last thing I wanted was for them to be late – that would have been a balls up.
Despite the promise that spring was here, I distinctly remember thinking, “S’nippy!” as I dropped Alex off at school. (There’s a vas deferens between morning temperatures in summer and winter in Cape Town.)
From there I went to the hospital.
And now I’m recovering at home.