Happy meal, my fluffy arse...

Too tired to write.
The last exhausting day of Mrs Raheny's trip to Barcelona finally came to an end.

I honoured my part of the deal ("if you kids are good while Mum's away, I will take you to McMeuMeuMeu and treat you to ammonia-rinsed puréed cartilage with flavouring and colouring reminiscent of beef burgers") as they definitely honoured theirs.

I think that I (just about)managed to cater for the kids (most essential) needs.
It was tough. Really tough.
I don't think that I could manage it for a whole week...