Everyone’s nerves are stretched thin, the kids are racing around, and it’s one of those days that makes a parent need a drink. But we are packed, we have Rhizome’s paperwork, and in thirty six hours we will be home. I will not tell you how many of those hours will be in transport, because then you’d cry. Or I would. Hard to tell.
But today we went to the zoo. It was splendid for the small animals and appalling for the big ones, as zoos frequently are.