Feral children

Ben is away again for the second weekend on the trot. We go a bit feral when he isn't here to keep order. Mealtimes fly out of the window and we generally graze our way through the day. Often none of us are dressed before midday and I give up on the 1hr screentime rule to watch endless Horrible Histories in the darkened lounge.

Well today started off no different except I suddenly remembered around 11 that we had a parcel to collect. So we leapt into action (with Ally moaning he'd had no breakfast), collected the parcel, filled the car up with diesel and hit the road armed only with my purse...

We ended up at Trelissick Gardens. After a slightly fraught lunch we went hunting for dinosaurs, pandas and witches and surprisingly found all 3!!! Crazy mad children but they really got into it and amused many more mature visitors to the gardens.

We returned home, had pizza, then they all went to bed and I am now tackling the hell hole that is the loft...

What adventures will tomorrow bring?