I know when the end of the winter sport is coming to an end, when I am not keen to be mother taxi any more. I know this always happens in a school term when my work load really picks up and everyone in my house is recovering from a common cold of varying degrees of severity. That is when the college student in my house has some evening events to attend thrown into the mix.
So as I sit here waiting for the year 9/ 10 Proms to begin I am gently closing my eyes in the hope I can catch a cat nap before paying attention to the 7 pieces of music mu daughter is going to play.
