The Royal Ballet School

This is the first thing Carys sees in the morning and the last thing she sees at night. Talk about inspiration.

Carys was at Nanna's today. Will and I walked to violin, reasonably good concentration from him. A couple of jobs in town and the coffee. He waded through a load of five and two times table stuff while drinking hot chocolate. Then we walked home for lunch.

Lunch took an age, then he watched the Australian Open highlights before we headed off to Stevenage for a party. Two hours later I picked up a tired boy, topped him up with food, stuck him in the bath and put him to bed.

C seems to have had a good day. I am now drinking prosecco and steeling myself for tomorrow. Curry tonight, that will help too.