Oh dear. Only day two of half term and Thing One and Thing Two are already fighting like cat and dog with the familiar cacophony of tears, screams, accusations and shouting (& that's just The Husband and I) Even when separated and banished to their rooms, they still argue. The garden is too damp for them to play in and the swing needs re-cementing. I'm trying to convince The Husband with promises of sexual favours, that he really should let me bid on a climbing frame/slide doodah for Thing One and Thing Two.
This is going to be a long day.
Is it Valium o'clock yet?
I wonder if we have a spare cupboard I can hide in.