Tuckered

It feels like we are limping towards the summer holidays. I am a hay-fevered out tired and grumpy cross patch and Murron and Rowan are sawsted. Sam is driving me nuts with his incessant winding up of the girls, who reward him with oscar winning reactions and I am suddenly wondering how we will get through seven weeks of summer without going ever so slightly mad. Any ideas for keeping three children aged five, ten and thirteen (going on sixteen) happy and harmonious gratefully accepted.



AND why oh why will Murron not stay in bed?! Up for the third time and counting....