Home with the boy wonder.

Isaac came home from camp full of stories of fun, late nights, fresh air and new friends. Just what we wanted for him. Unfortunately, he also came home full of chesty cough. We heard later that the canvas tents they stayed in were damp and may have been mouldy. The worst kind of environment for a kid with lung problems. That said, he was on reduced treatment while away, to avoid taking two nebuliser machines (which require mains power, sterilising of equipment, and an hour or so to complete) so whether the chestiness is due to the dampness or just doing less treatments (all though he was also on added Ciprofloxacin) we can't say. A week home and his chest is much clearer, and he made it through his last week of school without missing a day, despite also being sick on a couple of mornings. Things are looking up. 

My dad (THE most generous man to ever live) has a caravan at the coast, which we all visit often. It's a family and friends site, strictly no renting out, in a beautiful woody field on a cliff edge, not far from Southwold. It's a far cry from holiday rental sites, where the vans are packed in, all white picket fences. It's surrounded by woods, the sea, loads of green space, and we're beginning to know our neighbours. It's like a home from home - just way more relaxing.  This weekend Dan has taken the girls down with a friend, so Isaac, Obie and I are home alone. A time to bond, I thought. And then I remembered that he's strictly teeny these days. His idea of us spending a weekend together means him playing PS4 and me reading my book in the garden. This might do for tonight, but I'll force myself on him tomorrow, hopefully by kicking some serious Isey butt at pool (that said.... he is starting to get pretty good... ). To do anything together I have to remind him of the IRL (in real life) way in which some people still converse. Imagine! 

School is out, and I'm only working three days a week over the holidays. Lots of long weekends to look forward to, both at the caravan with friends and family, and home, which I need, and which Isaac really needs. First year of secondary school done. Phew. 

Sending big love out to my cousin, who will also have a son given a shitty hand in the genetic lottery of life - we're thinking of you Sian, and wish you all love. 

And also to baby Ned, who should be putting in an appearance this week - happy birth-day - we can't wait to meet you. 

Happy holidays all x