08.17 – 08.23

Life I built a bunk bed. It was a ridiculously tight fit and a severe ballache, but ultimately I was pretty happy with having made the absolute best use of the available space and the kids seem happy. We moved back into the flat. By Sunday there were only what felt like a manageable amount of snags left to fix and the builder (to whom we are now quite emotionally attached) finally left for his hard-earned holiday. The flat looks excellent. I think we’re going to be terrified of fucking it up for quite a while (which will involve a lot of shouting at the kids). I took the kids to the Southbank on Friday and we ticked off all the favourites: adventure playground, carousel, picnic, bubblegum ice cream (notes of urinal disinfectant cubes), Tate Modern turbine hall, and (inevitably) an assortment of fights. We all had fun mostly I think. Or what passes for fun these days. We also ticked off the splash pad and soft play at various points. And I made the howling error of taking two children…