Roses Grow On You

D's work sent flowers. Cream roses; my favourites.
I finish at Chrishall school tomorrow. Although it's been hard work, I couldn't have wished for a friendlier or more supportive bunch of people to work with. The children are brilliant too. I'm going to miss their lovely little faces.
Not looking forward to actually leaving. I should be ok as long as no one is nice to me, hugs me or says anything kind. 
Should be a doddle.