The past six-and-a-but weeks have been great fun. We’ve been to some amazing places, and had great fun with friends and family. We’ve had plenty of trips to the swimming pool and the library. And we’ve we’ve done lots of baking. But all good things come to an end and tomorrow she goes back to school. Not that it’s a bad thing. She’s looking forward to a new class, a new teacher, and seeing her friends.
It worked out that it was St Giles’ fair in Oxford today, so I said we could go as an end of holiday treat. Of course, we went in the afternoon, rather than staying out late, but it made for a fun time all the same. Daughter went on the carousel, the teacups, and the bungee trampolines. We watched the faster rides with wide eyes. We had a few tries at winning teddies and other brightly coloured toys, with no luck, but never mind. We bought a bag of the cheapest candyfloss we could find.
As I said it was fun. But now Punch has done dancing (as my father used to say at the end of a day out or holiday, once the last treats had been had). At least until October half-term.
