Holiday!

We're ready. I've packed for sun, rain, hail and wind. We've got sandals, wellies and trainers. The dogs have those peg lead things so they can all sit outside the caravan without wandering off round the site. I have plenty of books and David has his walking shoes and those ridiculous three quarter length trouser things that he tends to wear when at the seaside. Mac has paddling pool for the decking, plenty of puzzles and books for when he's "sitting on the beach mummy". We have enough food to last a week and every available inch of the cars will be crammed full.

Bea is suitably horrified at the words "weekend at a caravan" and is trying to talk me out of it. "Darling, let the boys stay at the caravan and you could stay at the Burstin, I've heard good things about it. You could commute in every day." Charlie is coming to visit us on Sunday because she's heard that the shellfish place is the best in the world "I do love a nice cockle" she cackled down the phone to me earlier today. Lydia and Matt have asked for a nice fridge magnet for their love nest (Lydia is nesting like you would not believe). Marjorie has asked for some nice "naughty" postcards for display in their downstairs loo. Ruby Over The Road popped in with a fruitcake "for the journey" and Jack Next Door has promised to look after Amelia (she's staying here with the rabbit). Janey has requested a Kiss Me Quick hat to get "Darren in the mood" and Auntie Ivy wants me to buy a "lovely big stick of rock".

It feels like I'm going to the other side of the world.

Have a great bank holiday weekend!