A date with my husband
IT was a long summer. Long as in interminable; full of rain, grey skies, a waterlogged garden and ever-present children. Our children at 11 and 13 are still too young to be independent of us and not yet embarrassed by being seen out with their parents.
They consider themselves too old for babysitters and would prefer to accompany us if we mention in passing the possibility of going out for dinner. And without the discipline of school routine, they never went to bed at night. I am not complaining... really... well maybe I am a bit.

