Taking a Break

I went away with the kids for a week. It was one of the deals where there is something for everyone. Playgrounds, pools, and bike tracks for the children, a spa, restaurants, and fluffy duvets for the parents.

What a treat! And it almost worked out except that two days into it I got a little cocky and in less than 130 minutes managed to spit my lip open on a water slide, jam my jaw, acquire several unseemly bruises, and painfully strain my arm by tripping over a bike rack while on a hasty night-time prowl.

In fact, I came out of that little joyful adventure so torn and twisted that Matt had to come to the rescue and pick us up, which he dutifully did.