It’s that time of year when I realise I’m another year older already (yay, happy birthday me), the days are getting shorter already, I haven’t fallen asleep in the sun yet this summer, and I really, really need a holiday. The school holidays have begun. And I’m still trogging off to work in the morning…*sigh*

For the next six weeks my children will be perpetually semi-naked or dressed only in pyjamas, grubby, grazing, glassy eyed from going to bed at ridiculous times and complaining of boredom at 5 minute intervals…(that’s what summer’s all about, right?). Wet, sandy, muddy footprint trails all through the house from the back door. Every. frickin. day. Lego and discarded drawings everywhere you move…empty wrappers and cartons strewn around the place…ice lolly fingerstreaks up the stairs…

I am counting down to the camping trip. When dirt does not matter and routines don’t exist (except the insane insistence on waking up at the crack of a sparrow’s fart). And there are no walls or carpets to trash. And when my mobile phone does not work and my emails can go blissfully unread.

That’s it. I have nothing of any significance to say…