Car chases with Granny

This month saw the fulfilment of a year’s worth of yearning, when I brought this beauty home.

Oma

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Pride and petrification: Part 2

The Cutester is going away on her first residential school trip in two weeks’ time – five nights away from home, the longest in her ten years of existence. She is of course torn between excitement and terror.

I was trying to calm her fears one bedtime (What if I start throwing up in the middle of the night? What if I cry and everyone calls me a cry baby?) when out of the blue she said, “Can I walk to school on my own tomorrow?”

 

Ffion walks to school

See that tiny dot on the horizon? That’s my daughter walking to school… all by her (sort of) self

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