Sunday on Week 26 saw us travel home from Bruges: another journey through the magic tunnel, another few hours spent happily travelling in silence whilst our Girls watched Barbie on DVD. We had such a wonderful weekend that we are just itching to do it all again.
On Monday The Girls went to dancing with The Au Pair whilst I followed on. After a quick turn around at home we headed back into Bromley to watch The Tiger Who Came to Tea at the Churchill Theatre, which we absolutely adored. Even Dimples sat utterly entranced whilst watching one of her favourite stories unfold. And then we rsuhed home to tell Granny all about it!
On Tuesday there was the usual school run followed by Beetroot and Feta parcels at cooking class. I made pots of jam and baked bread whilst Dimples ran amok. After school there was plenty of time to enjoy the fruits of my labour before bedtime, although there would be none left for breakfast!
Wednesday morning was the usual chaotic rush. I had coffee at the wonderful Lavender House with an equally wonderful friend before dashing off to the garage to get my overdue MOT done. There’s nothing like that kind of panic to make you abandon all the plans you had for sewing up a storm. At least I had a generous garage who could fit me in with no notice so that I could also get the car tax sorted out that same day. Note to self: organisation required. And the day got worse when a playdate went awry, causing LBG to be sent to bed at 5pm for terrible behaviour. And we had no tonic!
I confess I was delighted when the school run went smoothly on Thursday, followed by my last ever playgroup. It’s the right time to move on but it gave me another moment to pause and realise that my children have grown so fast: it hardly seems four years since we first started at St Marks’. A wonderful lunch and chat with another good friend and that was my day off gone. Except that it wasn’t quite: after a tea-date with The Girls’ best friends, my handsome DH took me out to dinner at the newly opened Chimichanga’s in Bromley.
Sadly a lovely evening did not stop me from suffering a migraine the next day and I abandoned the world to spend the day in bed, emerging briefly to travel from Bromley to Beach House. It was the last ballet class of term for The Girls so summer in many ways has started.
And then on Saturday morning, I put my fool-proof Pulled Pork in the slow cooker whilst we waited for Lord and Lady S to visit. And after they had arrived and had lunch, we spent a glorious afternoon on the beach in the sunshine. The children came home in the Beach Buggy exhausted and covered in sand so bedtime was a breeze. A scrumptious supper punctuated by laughter and reminiscing followed, then chocolates and a showing of The Goonies whilst we tried to educate the Au Pair in the ways of the British I so love having friends to stay.