My home looks like it was ransacked by aliens, my skin is pale, the laundry basket is neglected and is shouting its annoyance by allowing underpants and uniforms to spill out under the lid and thus mocking my incompetence. Last nights dishes are still piled in the sink growing a soft covering of fur on the remains of that evenings ready meal. The baby is sporting the heavy nappy look as I try to imagine contemplating the task of changing her and the twins look like they have been dueling with the Gruffalo as their faces assume a bruised look from the remains of yesterdays face painting.
A weekend with Iggle Piggle, a Gruffalo and somewhere to lay my weary head…..
What a weekend, the sun shone, the birds sang and the kids got to play outside like feral animals laughing and basking in the literal sunshine after the rain. …