I might have lied about the fact that we managed to fit our whole life into the back of our estate car. Turns out that that was only the first part of what we need to take. We had to go and buy a roof rack, enormous roof thingy and we still can't fit everything in and the ferry is first thing tomorrow morning. And the dog has rolled in something so disgustingly whiffy that the indescribable smell will infiltrate the whole car for the whole of the hot, stifling 3 day journey to BiH. Mm mm. Really looking forward to this one.
Once upon a time we lived in Bosnia and I wrote about all things Bosnian. But the call of the Great British cup of tea was too strong and we returned in April 2010. Still watching and loving Bosnia, but now more British orientated.
Fraught Mummy: That's me. I'm married to Dave, blessedly unfraught and who is my partner in trying to maintain a modicum of control the three random variables who also live in our house.
Variable X: Adam, 4 1/2 years old. Looks angelic and can be. But not if it involves his brother having fun.
Variable Y: Luke, 3 years. A legend or a liability, you can never tell which it will be.
Variable Z: Jessie, our golden retriever. She loves food, any food, however revolting it may seem, and doesn't feel the need to be invited before helping herself, which can prove difficult around other peoples picnics.
Sometimes I'm successful in getting all three round a walk in the park, but generally I sound like a shrill rugby referee.