Drowned Rat

Tuesdays are my day off, and yet by mid-afternoon I always seem to feel adrift and counting the hours until I can pick the boys up. Polo in the morning is a permanent fixture and I love it. Got home for a shower, lunch, the ironing and hoovering (God, I loathe hoovering) before heading into Marlborough for a bit of a shop. Typically it chucked it down with rain and there was NOTHING worth investing in. So I spent the whole afternoon plodding mindlessly round town before heading back via Hungerford Somerfield and then to nursery to scoop up my two angels.

Hmmmm...

I scooped James up with no problem and then it was onwards to the Toddler Room to find Will. Number 1 son was indisposed and when he eventually emerged from the bathroom it was to announce "I wet myself". After finding his spare trousers and wrestling them onto my squirming son, I set off to find his wet jeans. It only took 10 seconds before James erupted into screams, William having opened the Emergency Exit, James made a break for freedom and in his haste, whacked his head on the tarmac. Pandemonium.

Having apologised to his little brother, William scurried off down the corridor and when I finally calmed JimBob down and went to look for him I found him nicking raisin packets from the Head's office!! By the time I'd finished telling him off, most of the staff appeared to be hiding....

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