We’re off on a little holiday.
“My coat’s got something on it.” Said Alice.
I check, it’s got half a field encrusted over it and smells of horse wee.
Alice tries but has grown since she last wore it.
“Mummy it’s hurting me!”
We forget the coats as I cram bags of bedding, toys and kitchen sinks into the tiny boot.
Wave if you see me?
The tired woman on the beach.
With a frozen coatless child who’s eating a bag of Wotsits for breakfast because the supermarket’s shut and the food bag was left in the fridge.