Didsbury Son is unbelievably a fully-fledged Kevin the Teenager, and still my lovely boy. The Mighty Headed Boy is unbelievably enthusiastic. The occasional time she gets a word in, my beautiful Pearly-topped princess is funny, feisty and they’re three. A baby owl gets quality time with my Pearly princess. Good maths. £2, 7 minutes quiet, no sugar rush.
Summer Holidays and annual leave make going to work in November’s dark rush hour seem like a morning in bed listening to 5Live and sipping tea.
There are lots of stories, great memories and every spat will be forgotten but here’s a quick guide to summer holidays…
“Mummy! Daddy! Muuuuuuum! Daaaaad! She/he hit, pushed, took my, won’t let me have a go, I want.”
The Mighty-Headed boy went on a careers day taster.
(SILENCE) said slowly… “Ok. Sorry, Please, Thank You”.
He / she is in my room, broke my (insert here),
I love you, I love you back, yes you can have a pony.
“Can you take them? I’ve been up since 5.”
“5! – luxury”
The weather’s broken and September’s in view. Yaaaay.