The holiday was a big success. Although the first "are we there yet?" came just 17 minutes in when we hadn't even reached Bedale. It came before the boys realised than ten hours of travelling could also mean ten hours of PSP and Nintendo DS.

We stayed the night in a hotel before catching the ferry. The next morning the breakfast menu said "eat as much as you like", which the youngest misread as "eat as much as you can". He started with a full English and finished with a muffin. In between, he had a bowl of cereal, a yoghurt and a croissant. We spent lazy days in the pool, travelled into Paris onboard a super fast train and visited the world famous Chateaux du Chambord, but his holiday highlight was still that damn breakfast at Dover West Travel Inn.

My highlight was actually at the chateaux when one of the boys plonked himself with his sketch pad in front of a huge bronze statue of a 15th Century French emperor. As he scribbled with tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, German tourists kept looking over his shoulder eager to see the doodlings of a child genius being inspired by the Renaissance building said to have been partly designed by the great Leonardo da Vinci himself. However, they quickly moved on when they saw that even by six-year-old boy standards, his drawing was pants and looked a lot like a funny feat lolly.

Baby is about six weeks away. I went to my first antenatal class on Monday - and got a nose bleed when the midwife said the word "ripen" (boys ask a mother but not yours). It doesn't bode well for the delivery room. Sarah took the mick, which is all very well but I'm not the one who has written "having a baby" in my diary on the due date next month.