Holiday with the boys

Last week was my holiday with the boys. We spent the week at my parents, or more accurately at the boys’ grandparents as that’s where the main focus of attention is. (When my mum starts adding “oh, it’ll be nice to see you too” to the end of sentences you realise your main purpose is to be transport).

The weather wasn’t great but we made the most of it. The boys were fascinated with the local museums, especially the one with the wooly mammoth in it! Their favourite day wasn’t the trip to the coast, or the trip to the cinema – it was the day spent with my best friend’s kids. We walked to the park, fed the ducks, had an ice-cream and played off-ground-tig. Back at their house they played Star Wars and Playmobil Knights – simple things that don’t cost a lot of money but to two small children are the best parts of the holiday and the day they spoke most about. There’s a lesson there I think…