Last night, I lay on the floor of Shorty's room repeatedly asking her that sleep inducing question- 'Where are the green sheep?" The big lamp was on as the ceiling lights had blown. Propped on the floor with my eyelids getting heavier ...I noticed the interesting shadows the light was casting from the old mobile. I may have told you this mobile was made by one of my students, Corrina, in London when she was 12 (my big boys' age now). I taught at her special school in the mid-90's.
The mobile is quite special to me although I'm sure Corrina would have no recollection of making it or giving it to me. She had some severe disabilities to deal with but a smile that would light up a room.
"Where is the bright Corrina?", I wondered drowsily.
Then it all got a bit abstracted.
When I woke up the self bedder had given up on finding the where-abouts of the green sheep. Corrinna would be thirty now. Time flies.
Tomorrow we lose the cot for the fifth and final time!
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