Funnily enough only 9-year-old Dexter was brave enough to go on this bouncy contraption after eating lunch.
And we were all relieved that the giant ice cream he'd just devoured was not seen again - if you get my drift!

All lovely and in total holiday mood until we returned home to the bad news that the (house) chain has fallen apart for my mum's impending purchase. 

This really has been the most stressful move EVER and there have now been tears too :(

Such a shame...what to do now?
Answers on a postcard please...