The start of the holidays

For a teacher, the arrival of the summer holidays is like a visit from an old friend you haven't seen for ages - super exciting, full of possibility and hugely gratifying that it's finally arrived. The feeling that you have time to be with the family, time to do stuff you've been putting off all year (cleaning) and time to sleep, eat and be merry makes all the moments when you've missed the family and spent endless hours marking seem worth it. 

This holiday, having moved to Norfolk in August last year, we've decided on a true staycation to explore the local area.  We have a long list of places to visit, with everyone in the family suggesting their top ideas.  The trick will be to make sure our 'staycation' doesn't cost more than a trip abroad - which can easily happen in the UK.  Over the next few weeks I'll post about where we've been, what it was like and how much it cost.

I've also got a child's party to organise and some chairs to upcycle, so I'm hoping to blog about some of the creative things we get up to.

I've got a huge pile of books to read and DVDs to watch, which sort of counts as work - but we won't dwell on that.

But none of this is happening today - the first day of the holidays. Today, the start of the holidays shall begin with listening to The Archers in bed and a lovely lie in.

See you over the summer x

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