A Dressing Down
byI’m pretty sure Tracey thinks I usually manage to embarrass myself around other travelling families, but internally I’ve adopted the wonderful idea of myself being quirky….
Post includes a map of our journey so far.
break down
Schrodinger’s Bus
by“What’s wrong?” Tracey asked from somewhere behind me and to my left. “Why are we stopping?”
Tool
byLady luck has meant I needed to buy more tools for Tracey to hide.
We Put The Brakes On Our Trip
bySome things just aren’t meant to be.
Like Father, Like Son
by“Dad,” came the dejected voice of my number one son over the phone. “I’m having one of your days.”
My heart sank for my boy. One of my days is not a good thing.