So with imminent arrival of son’s mates, the girls and I mustered ourselves to cajole the ancient tent to its former glory.
Panic over. All progressing well when said son starts to feel unwell. Ends up in bed with high temperature, headache and lethargy. Normally would be told to man-up for the latter two but the fever persuaded me, along with his positioning beside the toilet in case of imminent vomiting. Love the way the rest of the party just carried on without their host. Husband performed necessary scary monologue for noise to be kept to the minimum after 11pm and darkness descended.
Dawn broke, guests emerged from erect tent to breakfast and be on their way. Son spent day lying on the sofa being administered to by siblings,-well, they pushed his legs out the way to sit and watch telly with him, but that’s sisterly love for you.
As well as the exterior bedroom door opening yesterday, to allow the elements to soak my duck egg blue carpet to resemble a paddy field without the rice, a pretty eventful time eh?
Can't wait to do it all again next week for 15 yr old girls.
Teresa x