We have made it to the beach and I couldn't be happier.
And it has to be said that Rumple also seems rather happy with the arrangement although for a while this morning he seemed a little confused.
He'd never seen packing before and seemed concerned at first. Then he decided it was a game and would pull out the clothes as fast as I could put things in. As an added complication he decided that my leg on the ground by the case was just perfect to hump.
As if that wasn't interesting enough, there was the need to visit the doctor for Theatre Boy's ingrown toe nail and to head into the office because of a laptop that decided to implode. It seemed like we might not ever get away.
There's also the small matter of mum, who was supposed to be joining us, still being in hospital. Let's just say there have been easier days.
But we are here now. There's a selection of teas in the pantry, a bottle of wine in the fridge and a box of chocolates on the bench. And there's a beach that extends for kilometres. As soon as Rumple and I hit the sand the stress melted away.
Bring it on.
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