On Wednesday evening my C21st girlie toasted marshmallows by the fire full of excitement about her trip back to the 40's the next day.
Bright and early the next morning her transformation to an evacuee from Bethnal Green was complete.
Her gas mask box and handwritten name label were all waiting for her at school before they boarded the bus to the train station. Little Bun was thrilled that she was picked to live with her friend Gabs because they looked a strong pair. The man who picked them was the singer of a 40's group we love listening to. Little Bun told him how she liked his singing which I think swung the deal.
She had a fabulous day and said she would have loved to stay there. As daft as her parents about the past too then.
Overnight it all went horribly wrong for our lovely girl. From midnight on she was constantly being violently sick. By midday today she brought up green bile which worried me a hell of a lot. We're having tests to see why she has so many stomach pains and a swollen tummy at the moment anyway so I went into appearing calm, but inside panicking mode. I managed to get a Dr to see her later on who gave her the all clear, reassured me that gastro-enteritis is doing the rounds so nothing sinister to worry about apparently. Now it looks as if she won't be able to dance in her show tommorow night. Fingers crossed really tightly for a full recovery by tommorow night as we're all feeling so disappointed for her.