A mini-break

A weekend away conjures up images of a change of scene  . . . .a rest  . . . a spot of indulgence perhaps. When you have two small children and you decide to go and visit senior family member 100 miles away, on the first weekend of the school holidays, the reality is somewhat different. There's the packing. I'm all for packing light. Well it's only one night, and Miss I can always recycle a vest if needed. Miss A on the other hand likes to be prepared for any eventuality, and packed amongst other things three pairs of trousers and five T shirts. Husband (who doesn't yet have a nickname on the blog) forgot to pack any socks. Or a jumper. I forgot a spare T shirt. We could perhaps learn a lesson or two from Miss A. Then there's the journey. The M25. See comment above about 100 miles, and the school holidays. Fair to say, it was a slow journey. Miss I politely slept, Miss A was amused by aeroplanes appearing over our heads on the way to Heathrow, and spotting car registrations from different countries. Husband and I had a lively debate about multi-functional buttons on the new car stereo and whether we were going to listen to 'my type' of music, or 'his type' of music. Having done our duty and visited senior family member, we then checked into the hotel. Oh yes, the Holiday Inn Express in Dunstable. Very glamorous. The lifts entertained Miss A. They eventually went to sleep - Miss A in her sofa bed, Miss I on her sofa cushion under the desk. Husband went out to meet friend in the pub. I spent my Saturday night in the bathroom, sitting on the loo, reading the papers. Husband thoughtfully provided a Twix. Well, it was certainly a change of scene.

Sunday was enjoyable, we went up to Dunstable Downs and found a kite festival taking place which was colourful and fun for all.