Saturday, 28 May 2011

Tent City

We live in a small village 10 miles from the nearest town. It's rural but not remote.
We do a lot of driving to get our boys to sporting and social events.  It has become common place for us and we don't give it a second thought.  Well, to be truthful, the second thought comes every time we fill up the gas tanks and then we do wish we lived closer to the action.  

Tonight one of the local boys is having a party and he has invited a lot of "town kids".   Our front yard is filled with tents and all the beds in the house will be full.  Our neighbors up the road will have kids sleeping in their trailer and their house.

They have the girls - we have the boys.

When Sean went out tonight I said have fun, be good, and don't tip over any mail boxes.

I won't get any sleep until they are all tucked in their respective beds  - safe and sound - and the mail boxes are still standing.

I am starting to see grey hairs.


Gary's third pottery blog said...

oh GEEZ canNOT wait to hear the stories!

Millie said...

I'm sorry to have to break the news to you but those worry greys have only just begun! Good luck mate.
Millie x