Bedroom gymnastics

Got home from work not knowing what to expect. Two siblings, home alone, all day ... It could have been chaos. Or carnage. Or soroicide!

The house was immaculate. Grace had made white and milk chocolate cookies. They had walked to Sainsbury's together and shopped for ingredients, they'd been to Starbucks and Grace had bought them both a drink, they'd watched a film together and practised gymnastics. They'd texted me twice, once to tell me they were going out and once to tell me they were home.

There was no drama. They were happy. And the day had gone well.

It's not like they invented fire or anything, but I'm a pleased and happy working mum tonight. Thanks, girls.