Beryl

A not-quite-to-plan day starting with a vomiting child (always nice 3 days before I'm due to leave the country), quarantine, bickering siblings, rearranging surprises, printing travel documents, organising holiday details, paying fines, hyperactive kids, a very wet bike ride (that's an actual bike ride Kerry, not your "bike ride"), a much needed trip to the pub and writing letters as one of my many magical alter-egos