The boys were 5 and 3. We had two weeks in a static caravan near Padstow and had a glorious time on various beaches, ending most days with a pasty and a pint. Just as we arrived home, DS1 was sick, and when we looked at him, we realised that he had mumps. A week or so later, DS2 followed suit, but fortunately a mild dose and they were out in the garden, wearing next to nothing - or even nothing - all day. DS1 stood on a bee and got stung, whereupon DS2 said 'I didn't get stung by a bee, so I won't get mumps, will I Mummy?'
ExH and I went away for a night or two, leaving his parents in charge. Driving around Shropshire, we were aghast at the extent of the fire damage, and the ever-present fire engines.
We had a bumper crop of tomatoes in our greenhouse and I became adept at preserving them in Kilner jars.