Michael has started to keep a diary. He writes in it every day. Entries tend to be on the short side. Last week I couldn’t collect the children from school on Wednesday as I usually do. He read me his diary entry for that day: “Mummy didn’t collect us from school.” I was home a bit early on Thursday. His entry for that day was “Mummy was home early from work.” No one except my children will ever love me quite like this.
Age related query: Will that Communards song be stuck in your head all day now?
