You probably think this blog is about you.

That's it Folk's. Maternity leave is over, the third and last (vasectomy willing) child has been born, weaned and is crawling. 'Back on your Heads' calls The Boss and I jump to it, as now I am back at work. It should all be very exciting, it could all be very challenging. Somehow, I find myself looking through the classroom window wistfully, wondering if there is anything out there.

The Web as we know it today began its life on my 16th birthday. Whilst I was crying over my missed spent future, an anarchic force was created, a proposed leveller of means and intellect. This my friends, was a way that lowly voices could be heard. The revolution would not be televised but may be found on a blog.

So perhaps I should close my curtains, afterall napster is defunct, google is being accused of not being as unbiased as it set out to be, and I have only really ever bagged 2 readers. The rest are looking up Katie Price's love life. But once in a while I like to look up out of my occupational rut, stretch my capabilities and have a little dream.

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Today I was blessed with a brief moment of semi relaxation. Rule no 1 of teaching, parenting and quite possibly the MI5 'Never let the enemy catch you whilst sleeping'. During this time I allowed a portion of my self to relax whilst cleverly keeping the rest poised and armed for action. It is no longer in my remit to think too deeply, since my Grey Matter is taken out and exercised daily around the wasteland of 'What are we going to eat' and during the operation named 'Early Evacuation of habitation (leave no one behind)'.

This thought lingered for a while and caused excitement, a Maslowian moment resulting in a leap and a drippy passage down the corridor. As I made myself dry enough to connect safely with an electrical appliance I cleverly entitled my thought: 'In a World of Reason Where is the Madness'. I chuckled to myself at the intriguing nature of the title and how it would all make sense once I used vocabulary in an inventive but droll manner. How intelligent I am! A brain which matches the thinkers of our time! This is the meaning of The Blog!

I can't wait to share this idea with you. It's amazing I am sure, at least I think it was, first let me call Grey Matter in from her daily exercise.

Walk on the Wild Side.

I would like to invite you to take a walk with my serious side, if you would, allow me to make a point. Please take a walk with me to my children's school. Perhaps you begin this walk with a head of glossy brown hair and a calm yet sunny disposition.

The first road requires a little dexterity, we crane our necks back the way we have been and swing to the direction we are going and pray that cars will indicate and take the sharp turning at a reasonable speed, perhaps showing some awareness of pedestrians.

The second is a zebra crossing, we have a few deep breaths allowing the cars to slow enough for us to demonstrates some faith they will stop. We then jog, shout and drag each other in order to make it across in the few allowed seconds.

At the third we forget the highway code and we tentatively poke ourselves out between parked vans, since our vision is so impaired we collectively rely on The Force and then we throw ourselves across the road.

At the fourth I thank the Lord for the lollipop man and just hope his luminous green suit gives drivers enough of a hint that they should stop. Although sometimes this fails and as yet only one child has been hit, but luckily that one bounced.

We arrive at school sunny disposition replaced by frayed nerves, glossy hair turned to grey.