Sadly, I had to send this tiny tyke off to the salt mines this morning. You will observe, she was inconsolable...
That decorated lunch baggy has guilt written all over it.
Stangely, Shorty ran to the car so fast I couldn't get a photo of her.
She settled in quickly with her new 'famille de plastique'. Lucky they had 'people' so she felt right at home.
This is me having a coffee... in a cafe... without a bowl of chips or a milkshake or a bubbacino in sight. Alone... having a coffee. I couldn't bring myself to go home. I did a lot of out- of- the- house chores. I caved and rang the kindy.
"Sorry, Emma. I have to know. Is she okay?"
"She is singing and dancing on the mat, Annie."
Alone again. Deja vu!
P.S. Note the remnants of phone numbers in the new diary. Being the stubborn luddite that I am, I like to handwrite those out every year just to savour and add and delete them. I also favour the fabulous erasable pen for filling out forms and phone numbers etc. However it turns out that if you leave documents written in erasable pen in your hot car for an hour or so, all the numbers turn invisible. Great for spies. Not so great for legally binding documents I guess. Just saying... because I have the time to muse on such things... now...