This last week has flown by. Half term holidays are far too short; not on account of the boys, but because of their father who is needed back in the UK at his management helm.
The boys invented new games, invented new magic tricks, played gin rummy and snap, had yet another Christmas dinner, fed the horses with carrots, drove (and crashed) their go-cart at 200mph down the hill, got dirty, laughed a lot, ate new things, went to bed exhausted, and now they really don't want to leave.
Unfortunately I shall be driving them to the airport later this morning, then we won't see them again until summer.
A bientôt guys.