Tomorrow is new hip day.  After months of waiting and frustration the day is nearly here.

After spending the morning playing Meg’s new favourite game “hunt the crutch”,  she left to go on her holidays at lunchtime.  Unusually she didn’t seem to want to go.  Perhaps she knew something was a-foot (or a-hip).

We thought it might take the whole afternoon to pack,  until we read the list of thing to take. Nightwear, dressing gown, slippers and toiletries.  Not the extensive list we’ve allowed time for. So in true Black fashion we’ll be spending the afternoon playing with our computers and waiting for the builder…