I have a confession to make. It's very embarrassing, but one I definitely feel I need to talk about, as I truly believe that a LOT of you will be nodding in agreement with me.
You see, my little Pixie is starting nursery at the same school as the boys in September. This feels my heart with glee as it means we get to walk to school every day again. For the last year, we have spent a fortune in petrol as well increased our carbon footprint as it is an impossibility to get the boys to school and Pixie to her pre-school all before 9am.
However, with her starting school in the same place, means that I have to share my dirty little secret. I am not proud to admit it, but I hope, in fact I am sure you will understand.
I want, no I *need* one of these.
Oh yes, I really, *really* want a Granny Trolley. You see, come September, I am going to be a cart horse. Three book bags, three lunch boxes, PE Kit after gym club, my beautiful leather satchel plus whatever I need to pick up from the supermarket. I am at the point, where I'll either have guns of steel or I'll end up collapsing under the sheer pressure of carrying all the paraphernalia. Not to mention a 3, 6 and 7 year old who I still need to hang on to crossing the road.
If the truth be told, I am quite looking forward to having one - I reckon I am going to set the trend and that once one of us succumbs, the avalanche will surely follow.
Watch this space because come the Autumn we shall all be rocking the Granny Trolley in this part of Surrey.
Now where did I put the Tena ;-)
Peace and Love