My weekend was a self-fulfilling prophecy: the kids went into meltdown on saturday afternoon. I don't know why they were worse than usual, but the constant bickering and fighting made my head hurt - so I pushed them all outside. Unfortunately being out in the open didn't cast its usual calming magic, because this is what happens when it rains and you neglect your garden...
The only place where there's any semblance of order is in the little veg patch my mum worked on when she was staying last week. The white mesh things on top are to stop Humbug thinking we've made her a luxury-size litter tray.
|no cats allowed|
The next morning, in the hope of avoiding a deja vu day, I bundled them into the car and off we went. ALL the bank holiday events we tried were cancelled or postponed because the venues were waterlogged (should have checked - admin again) I knew there was a Medieval Fayre going on, but it was miles away. And do you know what? I just couldn't face it. So we ended up in a........Garden Centre. Yay! The highlight of the trip was trying out an electronic shiatsu back massager chair (you never know what you're going to find at a garden centre these days)
The kids thought it was hilarious - I was thinking it could be my weekend chair.