Seldom has a half-term been so very welcome. The opportunity to relax, to play, to enjoy each other's company.
The older the boys get, the more I appreciate the interlude that the holidays provide. Time seems to pass more gently somehow. We seem to do more living, but with less frenzy. Or perhaps we get to do more of the parts of living that we actually want to do. Playing in the snow, a game of Monopoly, drumming, knitting, vegging out, eating, seeing friends.
There is space to make grand plans - in the case of Johnny, these are taking the form of rainbow striped jellies. He's a boy on a culinary mission.