One or two patches of Daffodils are making it through to Easter. That’s kinda nice.
So the Easter School Break begins. With a hunt. But not an Easter Egg Hunt.
“Dad The Pup is outside”
That’s fine Son because I’ve been at meetings all today the poor boy will be busting.
“That’s good. Did you know he has taken something with him”
It’s ok for Mr Crocodile to go outside.
“No it wasn’t Mr Crocodile”
Tell me it’s not your socks.
“No not my socks”
The little bugger has got my pants hasn’t he.
“No not today”
What has he got then.
“I think it’s your wallet”
So after a mad 5 minute chase a slightly chewed wallet has been retrieved. Soon will begin a fingertip search of the lawn for the coins and cards with have been scattered around the garden. I’m knackered already and the break is only 2 hours old….