Fridays are billed as the wind-down day of the week. I’m not sure I have a wind-down day in my week, but I do often end up doing the total opposite of winding down on a Friday. In fact, today it felt like a rather complicated dance, shifting roles between one way of being and another. Today started with early morning homework – to do with the Royal Pavilion and George IV, which I don’t know much about. Luckily it mainly involved me encouraging my son to draw pictures and stick postcards onto a poster, while answering questions about how various kings died. (I made up the answers.) Then I had to leave stuff out for a freecycler. Then I shifted into drama teacher / writer and worked on the introduction to the drama book for a while. It’s surprising me how long the first drama book is taking, considering the book has already been published in a different format. Seeing as I wrote a time management book, it’s ironic that Hofstadter’s law still takes me by surprise! Then I saw my bereavement therapist, then came back and ate pasta quickly before assembly, where I listened to an enthusiastic reprise of Firework! (Funny that the Glee version was a family refrain on our holiday to Cornwall last summer and now our son knows it off by heart because of school.) Then home for a cup of tea I didn’t have time to drink – I hate not having time to drink my tea – then back ‘into role’ as school mum, then back to the drama book again, then what my Grannie called ‘chief cook and bottle washer’ – although she never would have made pizza, chips and beans. No wonder I feel overwhelmed sometimes. The Friday Fandango is a microcosm of a general busyness fandango. I wish I could rest for a while.