As adults play becomes less acceptable and becomes lost in the detritus of life, but having read around the topic for the past couple of weeks I can see how important it is, and particularly what a difference it makes to me and my engagement with the world.
Apparently, it's not normal to have a voice in your head all day, every day, replaying every minute detail of the day that went wrong and how you might otherwise have managed it
What a month it turned out to be! It's absolutely whizzed by and I have thoroughly enjoyed every moment
It's a Wonky Life 