On the run up to this Bank Holiday we did not have anything planned, other than the usual children ferrying business, and I was really looking forward to it.
However…Saturday rolled around; husband did the ‘Dad’s Taxi’ bit in the morning (I pretty much refuse to drive on a weekend, on account that I have to drive ‘cross country’ Monday to Thursday for work (I may exaggerate, but only slightly)) and we ended up doing the usual of having to fob the kids off ‘just while we do this…’ and ‘let me just sort that…’, I think we all ended the day a little peeved and hadn’t really achieved anything.
