Rules are meant to be broken

There's a list of things you shouldn't do on a trampoline.
Tess has ticked off nearly all of them now (although there may be a couple she'll have to wait til she's over 18 to do...)

I lost myself in the dirt for a few hours and got a lot of that kind of gardening done that only I can see has been done.

I'm sitting here trying to justify my day as if someone out there is reading this and judging me. It's nuts because it doesn't matter.

I know I was happy with what I achieved and I am my worst critic.

I think there's something about the way Bank Holiday weekends are for us as a family that always makes me over-analyse myself and my purpose.