The school routine is well and truly back. The house is a little quieter in the day, but in a credit/debit style the noise seems amplified come home time. The excitement of the day; the rush to get the detail out. Sometimes it’s just so much more important to tell Mummy about how someone jumped in a puddle and got their trousers and shirt wet rather than comment on what part of the curriculum was covered off that day. Come to think of it, pretty much the only things I remember from primary school are the contents of my lunchbox, skipping and making Christingle’s out of wrinkly oranges. Oxbow lakes and Tudor kings? Not so much. READ MORE