My little J, just 2 has had his first morning at pre-school. I perched in the kitchen of the hall working, and listening out for him. He did beautifully, only a few tears here and there, and SO happy to see me at the end of 2 hours.
Not a blessing - but on my mind. One of my girls (hens) didn't come home last night. I fear Mr Fox may have been passing. Will still hope to see her at dusk when they all come running down the drive to the safety of their little house. I feel more sorry for the others, are they wondering where she is too?
M told me her 2 favourite things. Cafes and birthdays. What perfect simplicity.