This weekend our boiler broke down. We had no hot water or heating just as autumn blew in. Boilers have a sixth sense about impending cold weather, and a masochistic sense of humour. It’s all fixed now, which is a relief as Monday’s school run return leg brought with it my first proper drenching. Not to mention this morning’s frost, which made me turn the house over in my mind’s eye all the way there and back, searching for gloves.
In true Sesame Street tradition, this week Little Owl’s reading book is all about the letter A and I have my first ever parents evening to go to. I feel like I’m hurdling parenting rites of passage in multiples.