Countries visited: 4 (not including the People’s Republic of Dorset)
Beaches visited: 7
kgs of sand hoovered out of my car today: 238 ish
Remnants of picnics removed from back of car: 5 loaves, 2 fishes
Seemingly endless coach journeys: 4
Days spent at home: negligible
Hours spent working: not statistically significant
Police escorts: 1
Episodes of goosing by French customs sniffer dogs: 1
Glasses of Leffe or equivalent Belgian beer in the sunshine: just about enough
Novels read: 12 (yeeeeeeessssssss! VICTORY! This has involved quite a bit of child-ignoring, aka ‘encouraging independent play’.)
Blog posts: 48
Hours of fretting about blog posts, musing about blog posts, asking other people anxiously about blog posts: 217 (approx)
Moments of boredom: 0
Hours left till Real Life kicks in: 12
So, with 12 hours left, I should probably be packing my school bag, shining my shoes, sharpening my pencils, right? Well it turns out I am going to watch a very loud Scottish Celtic fusion band The Peatbog Faeries. Not sensible I know. But just before the holidays started, TicTacGirl gave me a compilation CD. The first track is by the Specials. It goes like this: ‘Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think’. And that has been my motto for the summer.
For the autumn, I am going with ‘It’s not wise to be a footstool.’ At least I think that’s what he’s singing.
Wish me luck, and enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink.
The Peatbog Faeries