We were up late last night drinking wine and chatting with my friend – I’ve been friends with her since I was 14, and it’s the kind of friendship where it doesn’t matter if we don’t talk for a little while, or see each other for a couple of months, we just pick up where we left off and it’s easy.
So today was spent mainly with her and dd playing together – dd adores her (could be something to do with them sharing a name 😉 ). I had a bit of support work to do as well, so it helped having someone else around. After lunch we went out to the shops, hoping to get dd’s hair cut, but we failed with that one. Did manage to get some blonde hair grips so that I can practise putting her hair in a bun for her ballet exam. We also bumped into one of her nursery class mates, complete with family, and have set up a playdate for a couple of weeks (ie after the next camping hols!).
That led to another of those conversations – where do you go to school?
I don’t.
So then A asked me, where will she go to school in September?
So I just said she won’t.
But I’m going to school.
Yes, most ppl do.
Which seems to be a reasonable conversation, so I might use that concept again.
Bought some stuff for a nice tea and headed back to the car, discovering I’d missed a call on my mobile while we were shopping. Rang home and eventually raised dp, to discover I’d missed the call from Barbara, announcing the safe arrival of her little girl. Aww….
We had a pleasant tea, then my friend had to go home (she lives in York, so had a little way to drive). Late bath for the offspring, and now I’m just chilling out a little – I’ve spoken to Barbara and she’s home and doing OK, tired but happy.
If I could get Small to admit it’s time for him to be asleep, I’d have it all cracked!
