When in doubt, go to Ikea.

We decided that Miss C needed a loft bed and today was the only day before school goes back that I could see a way to get there with her. So we ran away from the unpacked boxes to dream about houses with perfect storage solutions, and to eat meat balls with that bizarre Ikea gravy sauce.
It was just as well that only half the family went, as the boxes were so long that we had to lay the front passenger seat flat.

Tomorrow, the"holiday" is interrupted to assist at a funeral of one of our parish ladies. Such, indeed, is life.