Big sloppy kisses to all, we're off on our hols.
Mr Fink, Little Fink, Marsha and I are all off to Benalmadena, Costa Del Sol, Espana to visit the in-laws (how cool is that, my mother and father in law live in Spain and play a mean game of Texas Hold 'Em!).
Little Fink arrived back from Cub Camp last night - they had a GPS tacker in one of the convoy vehicles so the parents were able to track the young people home - brilliant, see Scouts can be geeks too! more tales of cub camp on our return.
Last night was a frenzy of washing as 150 families chucked their childrens' muddy kit in the washer and open up the take away boxes, we had fish and chips.
I got most of it dry and only threw away one T-shirt and 1 pair of socks, which even after soaking in hot Vanish and nitric acid failed to come clean and were put in a biohazard sack and left out for the decontamination team to deal with.
I'm still washing, we leave for the airport in 4 hours so I better get on.
Yesterday Mr Fink was trying to renew the tax on his car when, horrors, he realised his MOT ran out in March - eek. So he has gone to try and get an MOT so that he can get the tax. Fingers crossed. We came to an agreement that I would let go the reins and he would pack Little Fink's stuff with her...as long as I promised not to interfere. It's 4 hours to go, he is down the town buying vest tops and I am getting twitchy as I feel out of control but don't want to poke my nose in. Hey ho, we'll be back on Saturday so xxxxxx till then.
Hasta manana me amigos.
