But on the other hand, the more you pay the less they seem to go to school! All the private school holidays seem at least twice as long as pleb schools.
I'm a bit bushed. Still a bit gyppy of batty, and have the world's most exhausting weekend ahead. Lunch tomorrow near Chelmsford, being shown, in exhaustive detail, tedious relative's work to his house. Drive to Tunbridge Wells to partake of 'girls night', involving curry and sharing a bed. Drive back, no doubt slightly over the limit, to four-year-old birthday party, involving bouncy castle. Then AGM of local park friends' group, of which I am interested in becoming chair.
Then: collapse face down into Observer.
Such a weekend is proving a wardrobe challenge, also. Dress, leggings, ballet flats, cardi?