If you look back on here, right to the first years you will get a feel.
Summer holidays have been great but by the end I have been glad to send the little angels back to education.
This summer has actually been harder than many of the young period summers.
The traditional option, "right it's nine o clock i can take no more get to bed" option has vanished.
We have teenies up to all hours doing teenie things like playing music, naturally as a parent and foster carer I support their rights to that.
Just as they never challenge my right to test the proper 1950's vintage air raid siren at 5 minute intervals from 7 am onwards....
OK so I am joking.
But it has been a toughie this summer.
It's drawing to an end, the sad thing is that this summer I am not knackered and happy I am tired and thinking "never again".
Next year if they starve and have to survive on the cats food I think I will still spend the summer in Brittany.
The management was really not keen to come home, and you know what? Neither was I.