drip

I have lived in my house for nearly a year now and in that time absolutely nothing has gone wrong with it.

It stands to reason then that the day before a trip away, the boiler should start to develop a mysterious and elongated drip which caused a surprising amount of dampness.

Fortunately, as a trained fixer of stuff, I shoved a washing up bowl under it and phoned a person who came out to stem the tide.

Safe in the knowledge that the house wasn’t about to be washed away, the car was packed, excited offspring rounded up and we headed off to Essex.

The drive down was great, we sang along to you-know-what and I even sneaked in some of The Jam and Prince on another playlist, but balanced with some Harry Styles and The Weeknd for the benefit of The Eldest.

Now looking to enjoy a nice long run of blissful work-free days and some true quality time with the children.