My children had their first sleepover this week, at a friend’s house. It was a massive deal for all concerned, not least for me and my husband as we woke up alone in our house for the first time in ten years. Late. Lazy. Fantastic.
We didn’t have sleepovers in my day. We had boarding school. This is mine.
Nice, isn’t it? I was very, very lucky. My niece goes there now. She wants me to write a boarding school book. Perhaps I will one day.