It has been one of those special weeks.
Where we have managed to escape.
Where for the most ridiculous of circumstance, I got to go on a two-mile walk with my boys.
And loved getting to know them.
Sitting in a tent, listening to them, zipped up safe in their bedroom, whiling away the time with the best of their imaginations.
Having, as musical beds instructs, to share their room, to comfort them from the gales in the middle of the night, to wrap them up in my arms, and watch them drift back to sleep.
To this girl, who has mastered a million new forms of emotional blackmail, but wins you over with her questioning, her learning, and her ability to be best in her role as big sister.
Holidays really are the weeks which keep you going.
Roll on July.