The school holidays are at an end and while I'm looking forward to the odd moment or two of peace and quiet, I'm not quite ready to return to the old routine of school runs and stricter bedtimes. The boys don't really believe in lie-ins so our days haven't started any later but they've most certainly been a lot lazier.
On Thursday, I checked the ten day forecast and saw nothing but dark clouds and rain ahead of us and no sign of the glorious days of twenty degrees and gin and tonics in the garden. What a wet way for spring to merge in to summer! But we don't really expect anything different in the UK, do we? That's why we take great pride in having a vast selection of umbrellas around our home, in our handbags and almost certainly in the boots of our cars (along with wellies and emergency raincoats). Or is that just me?
It's like the excitement levels of Christmas all over again but instead of shouting, 'He's been! He's been!', I'm running around with Kermit the Frog-like enthusiasm, arms-waving, and yelling, 'It's shining! The sun is actually shining! Can you see it?! THE SUN!!!'. So please bear with me over the next few weeks as I'm certain my references to that ball of fire in the sky will be as plentiful as my ones about rarely getting any sleep (which I'm still not, in case you interested ... I doubt you are but I'll continue to tell you, nevertheless, as my lack of sleep consumes me more than my impure thoughts of Jon Snow in Game of Thrones).