Today's the day that Auntie Anne joins the party. We're off to the Cape for an old-fashioned beach holiday.
Sandcastles, kites, ice cream and shell collecting are on the agenda. We packed Anne's brand new car to the roof with all kinds of stuff and off to North Truro we go.
Tonight at the Stop & Shop in Provincetown we packed our cart with unhealthy food, mingled with suntanned old queens, fraught vacationers, and pale vaguely angry lesbians.
Back at our beach front cottage we ate ice cream and potato chips before falling asleep to the sound of the ocean 20 feet away.
Tomorrow I promised Grace we'd buy her a kite 'first thing'. I've a feeling this will come back to haunt me.