With the school summer holidays underway many of us will be looking forward to their family holiday abroad. Whilst the kids happily count off the number of sleeps until they board the plane some parents, like me, may be developing amongst all the usual feelings of excitement a minor undercurrent of dread. UTTER DREAD. At the thought of how we are ACTUALLY going to get there... happily... ...with all of us still alive/speaking to each other/unharmed at our destination of choice. Those of you who read this post will understand exactly where I am coming from. Well, I am ...
(Dis)Organised Me.
We recently managed a short but fabulous family break away to Center Parcs, which was truly awesome and there will be more of that to come. Having to now pack for two adults and two children it is somewhat of a monumental effort to gather together all the stuff that we need and the thought of this, never mind the expense, meant a trip abroad was really not on the cards this year. Luckily our battered old Saab, with its missing wing-mirror cover and stereo that has been stubbornly silent for the last three years, does have a rather large boot. We set about our usual packing ...