Last evening I found myself peddling backwards frantically, swimming against the current, shooing away the end of my tether that was approaching rapidly, rabidly grinning. Husband is away in the Serengeti, baby was SCREAMING and showing no signs of stopping and we had no power. So I put the baby in my kangaroo pouch (which she squirmed and screamed in) and walked over to Janelle's. Like a cooling balm (sorry can't think of an original simile) she helped relieve my tension, made me laugh and made me a 'nice cup of tea'. Coz its always a nice cup of tea hey?
And on my walk back in the dark, under the polished black surface of the sky, I saw nestled in the grass, a glowworm.
And I knew that everything would be okay.