We packed the car, full to the gunwhales with things Youngest Daughter had commandeered from our previous house, and drove off in the pouring rain. About 10 miles down the road the mobile rang. It was Son in Law.
‘They’ve got the baby on a 5-day course of antibiotics. He can’t come home until it’s finished, because it’s being given intravenously …’
We turned round and came back. Now Hub has built another bookcase instead.
And we STILL can’t get all our books in our bookcases …