Is it really the end?

Two full days at home and two full days of Washing The Holiday Wear. I’ve just completed hanging the last load, accompanied and assisted by a chocolate smeared toddler. I don’t care. I’m not washing them again. It is the end. I have done all the clothes, towels and tea…

Point taken, thank you.

The kids were sent off to get ready for school … the usual morning revolting ritual. Monkey Boy comes out wearing a shirt that is clearly too small for him. Wrists and belly button on show. I would have argued the “wear your school uniform” point, but with the rain…