Mid afternoon, packed and ready for home after the sleepover. I thought the book title very appropriate. 


What should have been a morning visit to Brockhole and the adventure playground turned into a trip to A&E. Little N took a tumble and collided with my coffee table resulting in a gash on his forehead. At one time the local health centre would have dealt with it but they were keen to send us on to Kendal. It was quickly sorted with a bit of glue. A temporary name change to Harry (as in Potter) resulted.