You can tell we’re on holiday…

So far we have sorted out the girls clothes, removed their beds, put up the bunk beds, re-hung their curtain pole and curtains, finished the lounge curtains, started on the cushions, hoovered, cleaned windows, finished the boys blinds, wrapped Santa’s gifts, amassed four loads of laundry, and played tag-rugby. Well I didn’t play, the BH did (that’s why he’s the Better Half) but I stood taking photos (big raspberry to Dave ;o))

Guess which child is mine (hint: we were told to wear silly hats today! Am I the only parent forcing encouraging my child into the spirit?!)



It was fun to see so many of the dads show up, turns out quite a few of the lads come from rugby playing families, and if they take after their fathers will be forces to be reckoned with. Unfortunately the BH never played rugby and the look on his face was priceless when several of the tanks men began whipping off their coats and diving for the tags with glee at the opportunity to show off their prowess. Once on the pitch the BH did look like he was having fun, and at the end of one and a half hours he declared his morning invigorating (and it's not often he says that!)

They mixed the ages up, which was fair as most of the grown men were taking full advantage of their extra arm length by plucking the ball out of the boys arms, with a giggle as they went! It was also the men who were ignoring all shouts of ‘TAG!’ in their determination to score tries. But no one minded, the mood was good and everyone had a laugh.

Now I must get on, I still haven’t got those pesky Christmas cards written...