List of disasters surprises
wasn’t long before Emma signalled the morning’s arrival by falling out of bed and screaming for 20 minutes.
And then we raced to the wonder of the breakfast buffet. Thomas selected melon, four sausages and a croissant as a starter before he spotted Coco Pops.
I got him a bowl and watched as he stumbled towards a giant milk urn with a tap at the bottom.
He pulled forcefully and the entire urn moved dangerously, so I made a grab for it, providing the vital shove it needed for about 10 or 15 litres of milk to spill over the fresh fruit, cereal, cold meats, and Thomas.
As I surveyed the carnage and a kind fellow diner tried to console Thomas drenched in semiskimmed, while staff scrambled for cloths, I realised life with children was just one endless surprise and I’d better get used to it.