The anxiety hit as we left the motorway at Newbury.
We had only been away for two days. We’d had a fabulous time in Stratford Upon Avon but now it was time to go home. I didn’t really want to go home. Sure, I wanted to see the kids. I just didn’t want to see the mess, the housework, the dishes, the piles of laundry…assuming of course there was a house still standing, considering…..








