You know what time of year it is, when every weekend there’s a school fete, a church fete or a village fete, and when you need a rain coat over your t-shirt…yes you’re right, it’s very nearly bucket and spade time, or as you might know it, ‘The Summer Holidays’
I love this time of year – despite the weather doing its utmost to dampen our spirits. I love the way the children start to relax. Homework is either a thing of the past, or regarded with such derision that it doesn’t get done. The usual routine is changed as the children go off on school trips or have special activity days.
The school sports days are in full swing – as are the parents, manically trying to be in two places at once – have you ever had children at more than one school?
The end of term assemblies will soon be happening and then it’s the long holiday to look forward to. I’m getting a warm and fluffy feeling, just imagining six weeks without having to get up with the 6.00am alarm, make packed lunches and breakfasts, iron school uniform and shunt various children, bags, kit and musical instruments off to school.
Now there’s just one thing I’ve got to do – decide where and when we’re going on holiday. We’re not big planners, so we’ll probably wait until there’s a dry spell forecast and then take off with the tents.
We’ve considered Scotland – the West coast is my favourite place on the planet (OK, I haven’t been everywhere to compare it, but I’m a girl who knows her own heart), the only thing to worry about is the midges and the rain. Well, not quite decided on that one yet.