Here is further proof (if any is needed), eloquently expounded, that our species ought to be renamed: homo fatuus brutus. If we’re so smart, why are we running around in this endless, fruitless, maze?
In the same week that my 16 year old son began assessing his options for subjects and sixth form colleges for next year, his 11 year old brother made a bold but flawed attempt to bunk off school, managing to duck away from the school bus and secrete himself in the local churchyard with his packed lunch and a plan to sit out the day under a bush.
The closeness of the school community and his older brother’s vigilance meant that his absence was spotted and reported within an hour; to his chagrin he was back in school for second lesson. But there were insights to be taken from this traumatic, if brief experience.
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Wibble 
Thank you for your kind words and the re-blog :)
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