Busyknitter

So tonight was my older son’s archery lesson. He is signed up to a six week course and because I have to taxi him there and back, I’m learning too. And you know what? I’m really enjoying it. And I’m starting to get the hang of it. I wouldn’t mind taking it up as a hobby.

But it isn’t going to happen.

My son will finish the course and almost certainly not carry on (he’s just not the type). And there is no possibility of carving out even one evening a week to go off and do something like this, not in my life.

But I’m not bitter. ‘cos it has been fun. Something I never imagined I would ever do.

5am next morning
Ah, well my husband was wondering where on earth I find the time to keep a blog. What else am I going to do in the middle of the night when herding our younger, autistic son back into bed….