It only takes one very early morning “Mummy, (or more accurately, Daddy – my children somehow have the innate sense that to wake mummy at 3am is a BAD idea) I’ve had an accident. In my bed.” to take me from laundry status ‘just back from holiday’ to ‘DANGER DANGER WILL ROBINSON!’ I fear I am facing the 3 day washing sit-in. This is my kitchen. There’s more upstairs. Hold me.
More on the holiday later, though like the div I am I didn’t take a single picture, so don’t get too excited!