Strike one!

Normally when teachers or any profession does such a thing as call a one day strike that means my children do not go to school, we loose money and earnings and we need to find a way to ensure they are looked after for the day, this would be the point that I would go into a rant about professionalism, whinging and they don't know they are born; but not today. I decided to embrace the events of the day, go with the flow and take the girls to Pleasurewood Hills for a day of rollercoaster fun. Who would have known that teachers striking could lead to so much fun! Without this, Anna would never have got to blow up a pirate on the toilet with pretend TNT (too complicated to explain!), Lucy would not have taken her thrill ride stock up another level and I would not have spent one the most memorable days I have had with the girls in ages. Poor Amy, enveloped in good values and not striking missed out, not that theme parks are her thing anyway. We ate rubbish and rode rides all day - absolute heaven. This has also risen me temporarily to 'parental god' status. The best part of the day was that the girls were so impeccably behaved, polite to all the staff at the park and only argued for a matter of seconds. More parental bliss. We should skive off more often girls! Until the next time...