Saturday with the twins…


Any one who reads my posts will know it was not a great week, but the prospect of some quality time with little S and little V, was an eagerly anticipated opportunity to bring some much looked for happiness back into the life of puck.

I had told the twins on Friday night, that we were off to see their grandmother and grandfather on Saturday, and we would need to shoot off rather early. On any normal day my son S, would wake at about 5.30 am, creep into my room , and wake me , by jumping on me , and shouting out various 'power rangers'(the TV show), quotes and mimicking their kung fu antics.