I think I need a roadsweeper.

We were playing at toddler group this morning. It had been a very fractious (i.e., hideously unpleasant!) start to the day and it was a moment of calm following some stormy periods. Joshua had a little bus to drive around the town mat that he was playing on. He then gave me a vehicle to play with too. It was a roadsweeper. So I duly made a sort of 'gvvvvvvv' sound and trundled it around the roads on the mat, driving very slowly in order to get them nice and clean and holding up the bus in the process.

And then it hit me (no, not the bus, a thought). Maybe sometimes we need a roadsweeper in front of us to slow us down a bit. Maybe sometimes we don't *have* to do everything quite so fast. Maybe life needs its slower pace too. I know mine does. The more I thought it, the more satisfied I was with the whole 'gvvvvvvvv' thing and going at a slow speed. As a roadsweeper, you can't work at top speed, because at top speed you can't work (get it?).