Another day in Yorkshire and another day of rain.
Another day of rain and another very muddy dog.
Another very muddy dog and another very messy house.
Another very messy house and another need to clean.
Another need to clean and another news bulletin on the radio.
Another news bulletin and another interview with a government spokesperson.
Another interview from a government spokesperson and another bunch of lies.
Another bunch of lies and another radio turned off.
Another radio turned off and a another realisation that the clock is ticking..
Another realisation that the clock is ticking and another urgent search for the right colour school football sock.
Another search for a football sock and another school bag not meeting school requirements.
Another school bag not meeting requirements and another day in school.
Another day in school and another day without support.
Another day without support and another set of exams.
Another set of exams and another setup to fail.
Another setup to fail and another shed load of young anxiety.
Another shed load of young anxiety and another failure of school to support.
Another failure of school to support and another mother lode of parent stress.
Another mother lode of parent stress and another phone call to school.
Another phone call to school and another wall punched.
Another wall punched and another ice pack applied.
Another ice pack applied and another attempt to soothe the school anxiety.
Another attempt to soothe the school anxiety and another set of school homework to be done.
Another set of school homework and another list of misspellings to write out three times.
Another set of misspellings to write out and another wave of young anxiety.
Another wave of young anxiety and another search for something that will help.
Another search for something that might work and another frustrated parent.
Another frustrated parent and another attempt to bring some smiles.
Another attempt to bring some smiles and another viewing of The Guardians of the Galaxy.
Another viewing of Guardians of the Galaxy and another bedtime.
Another bedtime and another living room to myself.
Another living room to myself and another forlorn wish to turn back time.
Another forlorn wish to turn back time and another realisation that ‘it is what it is’.
Another realisation that ‘it is what it is’ and another day gone.
Another day tomorrow……