The day out that never was
There was one thing I wanted to do over the Easter weekend. A day out. Just the five of us. I know some families have days out every weekend. We are not that family. We manage maybe one or two days out a year (apart from when we’re on holiday, of course). Our weekends are ruled by football matches and rugby matches, plus homework, housework, gardening and my husband’s endless work. Just because the calendar says it’s...
