It’s half term. For mom that means it’s time for a trip to the seaside. For me, it means this:
Some things will never change.
At least it was sunny. Usually these days involve gazing at the ‘atmospheric’ (aka: grey & stormy) sea from the car… But then again, that ends up being warmer.
I’d like to say I won’t subject my child to such horrendous outings. But I feel it’s my duty to introduce them to such joys as fish & chips by the sea. And there’s a part of me that feels it’s my right to torture my child as my mother did (& still does) me. Surely that’s only fair?