Gut lining has taken a battering via microbes, holiday crisp-eating, a small intake of wine, and some 'fizzy' hummus that should have gone in the bin.
Yes - I tried it.
Yes, it was fizzy.
No, I haven't learned my lesson.
In the words of Mr 1957: Stupid is as stupid does.
I am still feeling quite unsteady, but putting on a brave face.
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We had an extraordinarily good holiday in the Fens. The caravan was clean and comfortable.
So were C1 and C2.
Auntie Jill was with us for most of the time, apart from when she had to put on her professional hat for 'results day' to mop fevered brows and wipe away tears as her pupils approached the Clearing House website to sort out their futures.
C1 and C2 (and for the first part of the week, C1's BFF Hatster) even swam in the pool in the pouring rain. Once wet, you're wet, apparently!
A day at the beach brought more rain, but rain did not stop play.
It did bring about some unusual summer fashion statements, however,
including the 'picnic blanket rain mac',
and the stolen cap to disguise the caffeine overdose,
Happy to be home, but we had a lovely time.
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