Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Lit up Like the Blackpool Illuminations
Louis is a particularly pesky culprit here. Every morning I hear him wriggling out of his bunk bed and then click, click, click. Every bulb on the top floor of the house comes alive until a grumpy Mama, who's not at her best first thing, hauls herself out of bed and extinguishes those in unoccupied rooms. I've now given my son the choice. Either we can spend money on illuminating the whole place or the money saved can be used to indulge our love of holidaying, sometimes to places where lighting displays far surpass those that can be achieved in a small semi on a housing estate in Devon!