Tomorrow, early morning, we fly to the South of France. We’ll be visiting friends who moved over for a while and, as an unashamed Francophile, I cannot wait to see their vie en France. Sounds great, right? What’s the catch?! Well, guess what, ‘Doodah’ (a.k.a. T) is absolutely delighted to be going on holiday to…
There were brief moments over the weekend when T was generous enough to let us watch Glastonbury Festival on TV. We saw very little of the headline/evening acts on the basis that a toasty toddler does not just ‘go to bed’ and also insists on more age appropriate content. Think less Pulp, more Pepi Nana.…