Party pooped

Anya woke up in tears and hobbling into our bedroom with a sore ankle. After a phonecall to 111 and out of hours GP service we established it was just bruised. Must’ve been too much jumping around in the sand yesterday. She was distraught by the idea of missing Millie’s gym party though so went along anyway and seemed to cope fine.
I, on the other hand felt queasy all day and wonder if Max’s tummy bug might have spread :-/