Spoilsports!

Still feeling dreadful - can hardly breathe, have what might be the worst whiplash ever, and it feels like someone's hammering wooden stakes into my sinuses.

Managed to get my husband to the airport, though, as he jets off to Madrid today for his first foreign jolly work trip in over eighteen months. As you can see, he's got his ice cream money sorted! I always think it's a shame my kids don't know the joys of changing their holiday money into the local currency, instead of just using Euros for everywhere they've been to in Europe. It was one of the things that really made me feel I was on holiday when I was a child.