It better be true about the threes thing

Saturday turned out to be a day of tears, tantrums and tans. Not all applying to small people.

We decided, very reluctantly, on Friday that we would have to abandon the holiday plan as we are struggling to save enough to go and have a comfortable time. We'd have made it - flight and accommodation in full - but probably not enough for spending money to make it enjoyable. thank goodness we had made that decision as then, as fate would have it, Grant reversed the car with the door open into a lamp-post causing £600 of damage - insurance job of course but £150 excess means even tighter on the holiday fund. I cried.

Ben was fine about the whole thing. He wants to go to Legoland and Longleat and on an open top bus around London! It's a relief in a way as now we can save for next year and go knowing that a) we have paid for the whole lot by ourselves no credit involved and b) we will have more than enough saved up to properly be able to relax and not be worrying about what we're spending.

To top it all Charlie has woken up with the Devil in him and had drawn on the carpet with felt tip pen. Thank goodness it came out. What else can happen this weekend?

I am a bit down about it all but only because it seems like there's nothing to look forward to now. But that's a bit melodramatic. As Tom says: No one has died.