Holiday. Celebrate.

Busy with the school holidays here. Writing: zero. School holidays swimming lessons: loads. Adults refusing to get out of the swimming lesson lane and ending up standing in the pool having an enormous argument with two swimming teachers, one gym manager and two security guards before being corralled in a corner in a corner of the pool by another swimming teacher and instructed to remove themselves: three and I enjoyed it tremendously. Best moment of my swimming lesson mum career which usually just involves sitting on my phone by the side of the pool waiting for my kids to emerge, then shouting “Well done!” and handing over the towels.

We’ve been to the library so the kids could borrow asterix comics, books about war and books about unicorns. I borrowed a huge biography of Madonna and read it in a day and a half because it was fascinating to read about someone that intense. I doubt she’s ever spent a single hour faffing around, let alone lose entire days to it, like I regularly do. Part of me would love to that driven, but the other part - the main part - would like to lie on the couch watching old episodes of One Foot In the Grave. This is why she is Madonna and I am a blob-shaped human on a couch.

More school holidays to go with gymnastics and parkour (for the kids, I’m just the personal assistant) and going for walks and hanging out at home doing nothing and baking and sleeping in and all the good things of the school holidays. I wish we could holiday longer.