End of Holiday Sunday

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Sundays were always tough when I was growing up. Knowing you'd be back at school the next day and you STILL hadn't written 500 words on The Dissolution of the Monasteries. 

Mind you, that was nothing compared to the Last Sunday of the Holidays. And you'd always try to stretch it out by staying up too late because as soon as you woke up it would be time to put on your uniform and shove your books in a bag.

I didn't feel that bad tonight, work isn't so bad really. But I know I will miss Caro and the boys tomorrow. This hasn't been a holiday exactly, but I do love spending time with them. 

S.