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Alyce Through The School Holidays
A breathless tale of a mother's woes
Alyce arrived at my house wearing the expression of someone who had recently survived a small but determined hurricane.
Before I could say hello, she launched into full conversational cruise speed.
“You have absolutely no idea what the school holidays are like in our house. Six weeks! Six whole weeks! Whoever invented six-week holidays clearly didn’t have two energetic boys aged five and nine. If the sun shines, they’re explorers. If it rains, they’re mountaineers. If it’s cloudy, apparently it’s the perfect time to recreate a medieval battle in my living room.”
She then dug through her large designer handbag, finally unearthing a pack of tissues from the detritus of crayons, biscuit wrappers, and one inexplicably sticky sock.
I smiled sympathetically and gave a slow nod. It was going to be one of those visits. I settled down into my comfortable chair as Alyce continued.
“And don’t get me started on the weather. One minute it’s glorious, and they’re begging for the park. The next minute it’s raining sideways, so we’re trapped indoors. People always say, ‘Play board games.’
