I need to explain the idea behind a Bank Holiday to my children. Again. In single syllables.
Yet again, when the rest of Britain is having a day off (well, some of it, I know there are heroes that soldier on regardless), my day started earlier than usual. At 6.45 am I found myself putting on Lion King 3, again, to keep the peace.
I used the time constructively, preparing a cup of tea and a pink grapefruit for breakfast, but it is still a shade early for my insides, so I'll have that at a more acceptable time.
At least I'll be able to get them to bed at a reasonable hour, they'll be shattered...?!