Exploded suitcases, mountains of washing, trails of sand and seashells in the sink and a great big bottomless bucket of demotivation. Something tells me we’re not on holiday anymore.
All aboard people.
The year is skidding sideways to a spectacular close, through a staggering line up of end of year concerts and presentation days, school fundraisers and festive drinks (and thank you drinks and goodbye drinks and what-the-hell-we-made-it-to-midday-Wednesday drinks). I’m not so much leading the charge really as flailing along behind it, one foot caught in the stirrup and my skirt up over my head.