Is it time for the pary yet?

It's Emma... again... looking still tired and not just a little bemused.

But that was this morning. By 3pm, she was jumping around with lots of her friends at Mia's and Holly's party (they're twins, you know). I do wish they had had such places when I was young - tubes to clamber through, up to great heights, across nets, down slides - wonderful. Then there was food and sweets and party bags and home time.

That's where I come into play as the party's 20 miles from home. Up the A12, turn off, round the roundabout, along the by-pass, past the speed camera, past the first set of lights and then.. she's sick. Oh bottoms.

So it was home within a minute, into the bath with her and then a lot of car cleaning, removing of (thankfully) washable seat covers etc.

Now, of course, she is fine.