Saturday, 3 November 2012

Home alone


This morning, I packed a bag for the boy as he is going to be spending a few days with his Daddy and grandparents in Kent. I am returning to Nottingham to be assessed on the training I did a few months ago.

It was sad saying goodbye to them. I consoled myself with a haircut, a facial, solo shopping, cocktails, dancing and chips with a dear friend, and a three o'clock in the morning bedtime, with the blissful promise of a guaranteed lie-in.

I coped.

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