Hol-i-day. Good.

I set off on holiday a total zombie. I returned a happy human being again.

Our first stop was a budget hotel on route to the lakes. Jambeans spiked a fever that night and her respiratory rate went up again. It was horrible - the next morning we debated at length whether we should turn around and go home, but decided in the end to risk it and press on. Best decision we ever made. We made it to the lakes (via a fantastic safari park, where baboons climb all over your car) to some fabulous accommodation on the edge of Grasmere, some great company in the form of 3 other families, stunning scenery, good weather and plenty of fresh air and exercise. Jasmine was well the whole time (but sadly awoke most nights shouting for either mummy, daddy or a cuddle before settling down in our bed) and Felix was an angel as ever. Jasmine learned loads of new phrases, like 'mountain,' 'boat trip' and 'lake' but her favourite was to repeat 'Hol-i-day. Good.' over and over.

I couldn't put it better myself.