“I don’t like the beach,” Freya said, as I pulled out of our road. Driving us to the last minute holiday I had booked. At the beach. “Since when? You spent all last summer asking to go to the seaside. What don’t you like about it?” “It’s booorring.” Ah, her new favourite word. When the… Continue reading Mother/Daughter Holiday: Dream V Reality.
Actually that headline is misleading because only Freya and I are going away while poor old Mark has to stay at home (I'm pretty sure he's looking forward to some "me time"). I was tempted by a last minute deal (and by last minute I mean yesterday) which was too good to resist so my… Continue reading We’re All Going On A Spring Holiday.
For the first few days of our holiday, all we heard was: "Elle-fant. Pink." Followed by a desolate: "Gone". As I was checking us in, a giant pink elephant happened to walk by the car where everyone else was waiting and it was apparently love at first sight - on Freya's side anyway. When she… Continue reading That time you fell in love with a giant pink elephant.