Once again I find/found myself out of kilter, struggling to find the space and time to write, which is far from good for my mental wealth. Channelling Anika Rice, every second counts from the minute the kids are dropped off to school until I have to collect them, rarely willingly as those few hours in between are never enough. It’s all rather hors d’oeuvre and never main course! And then, before I can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious…