Six excited, squealing girls on school holidays. Balloons and bunting. Sleeping bags and chocolate fondue. Nachos and a peppermint choc chip icecream cake (can a moulded circle of icecream really be called a cake?). Games of twister and statues with eagle eyed judging by the 13yo. Late night sparkler fun (with accompanying squeals..yes, many of those!). Waffles and icecream for breakfast. Icecream....for breakfast!! Morning trampoline jumps in sleeping bags and a sneaky visit to the mud slide and oak tree swing when my back was turned. Just one minor injury. Another year older. 10! Double digits. The closing of a chapter in my parenting diary. A quiet sigh ..of both relief and contentment. And maybe even a little nostalgia.