And the evening and the morning was the first day

The school holidays have begun, and yesterday was the first day when no-body had to do ANYTHING. (Apart from poor Jeremy who had to go to work. Never mind - he would have HATED how we spent the day.) So - no school, no lunchboxes, no commitments of any sort. The only thing we kinda had to do was whizz down to the bakery for some bread.

I've always felt slightly - disappointed? Nah - far too strong. Put out, maybe. No, that's wrong too - maybe just been conscious of my own failure As A Mother to raise outdoorsy children. (Which isn't to say they won't ever go outside! It does make me grateful for all our lovely friends with outdoors children who entice mine out with them.)

The fact remains that, compared with practically every other child I know, I'm surprised mine aren't extremely tall and thin and pale and weedy, they prefer indoors so much. But they aren't - they are robust and apple-cheeked and sound of limb. And even though the only outdoors we had was the trip to the baker, they are also three children who get on extremely well together, and they spent the whole day playing arcane and rococo games in various combinations.

Today is shopping and our usual suppertime at Grandma Rose's, and tomorrow we hie ourselves into town to meet friends at the British Museum for lunch. I'm going to have to come up with more stuff to do, otherwise blogging is going to be thin on the ground.