The summer holidays are dragging right now

Or now it can feel like they're never going to end

I wrote a piece this week for I News all about my summer holidays when I was growing up. In it I detail how very little actually happened. Mum was mostly working and so I went to stay at my Gran’s in Coventry. I would spend my time walking up and down the garden path on a pair of old wooden stilts. I also remember a selection of small porcelain figurines that I’d play with on the stairs. Nothing happened at all.