Last night I went home to 4 walls, a roof that doesn’t leak and didn’t have to sleep on the floor. After a pleasant 10 hour sleept (trust me, I could have managed more!) I awoke naturally – no 7.30am whistle alarm to get me up!
Having enjoyed a delicious Chinese takeaway last night, I wasn’t particularly hungry so passed on breakfast (plus, we didn’t have any Polish bread or jam with wasp in to whet my appetite) to move onto the more daunting task of emptying the cargo bag.
Although I had managed to rip some small holes in the cargo bag (not going to start on how rubbish they are), the first thing to hit me was the smell…..there’s nothing to beat the smell of damp kit and dirty clothes – parents across the County are nodding in agreement……
So, my spare room is Jamboree disaster area, the kitchen is awash with clothes to go in the washing machine, lunch boxes and drinks bottles that need washing and I have already managed to bore my other half with “this one time, on Jamboree”…..it’s good to be home?