February half term will soon be upon us (where is this year going?!) and if we were not about to buy a new family home, we'd be jetting off abroad like many other families in pursuit of some golden sunbeams and much needed Vitamin D.
...It's party time. Well not until tomorrow but it's imminent. The '2 year old in a teenager's body' is having a party. We've selected the venue (his favourite softplay centre): small, easy to get to, fabulous toys including his favourite 'the oven', always pristine sans the ubiquitous childrens' dribble and I don't actually have to get into the ball pit as visibility from the seating area/magazine stand is peripheral.