And so it came to pass that Tartarus and Hestia did drive their only begotten son up to school with his suitcase all packed ready to go to Castle Toward outdoor centre for FIVE whole days.
Five whole days during which his pile of clean pants and socks will remain undisturbed. As will his bar of soap and facecloth, I'd imagine. I've already been warned that their clothes come back so filthy that they are simply consigned to the bin and under no circumstances should you try to put them through the washing machine without hosing them down on the lawn first.
This is the longest that Sonshine and I have been apart and, while we are both looking forward to this next step on the journey towards being a Teenager, I can't help but feel a little sad.
We posed for a photo (taken by Tartarus)
You can feel Sonshine's shame lol!
And now I am off once again to Glasgow for some retail therapy and large glasses of wine with friends.
But am taking my laptop, so you're all coming with me.
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