In the morning, we have an appointment for Hannah’s MMR, which I have finally got around to remembering to arrange and she hasn’t got a cold.  The nurse is short staffed, so we wait for an hour.  Hannah does not like the jab, but it is soon done, and after 10 minutes playing in the waiting room (in case of instant bad reaction), we allow ourselves a treat from the Post Office.   In the afternoon, we go to the library for story time (Aliens love Underpants, Not Now Bernard) and, inexplicably, pass  the parcel.