Well, I had a lovely day yesterday. I had an early doctor's appointment on the other side of town, and once I had finished there, realised that I had the day to myself.
It was lovely and sunny, so I sat at an outside table at Pret-a-Manger and ordered a latte and something delicious containing ham and cheese, and I whiled away half an hour watching the world go by. What I noticed was that nobody actually speaks to each other - they're all on mobile phones. Even two people walking together have two different conversations.
The Football Fanatic had said she would pick the kids up from school, so, unbound by time restraints, I spent the afternoon shopping. Well, I did my best. I have to say I was very disappointed by the summer fashions - all horizontal stripes and frills - not me at all. I was hard pressed to buy anything, but I managed a couple of purchases.
After a leisurely jaunt home (and disregarding the minor details of making the tea, bringing in the two lines of washing I had put out before I left and rushing up to the presbytery to make the tea for Fr. J's Enquirers Group) I even met the Father of This Lot in the pub on the corner for a pleasant evening drink.
Later it occurred to me that perhaps my day had been so stress-free because it involved absolutely no kids whatsoever.
Maybe I'm in the wrong job.