Lucy's Car

The dreaded pink car! Lucy loves it, and like to go upstairs each time she comes over the check on it ;-)

I got to spend a little time with her today. She loves the garden and spent ages running around and watering the steps.... don't ask.

We had a good game of Peekaboo through the bannisters as she came down the stairs, and she shrieked every time I put my face up close to hers. Fun times. Her little hand around my neck, kissing her cheeks that smell of milk....

In the afternoon I went with my friend S to the pub. I had invited another friend who couldn't make it but when we got there we bumped into S's sister and her husband, and sat with them for a couple of hours. It was a really nice afternoon. The sun came out, although we sat there in our coats for most of it. I tried a really nice rhubarb and rose gin with elderflower tonic. Three of them in fact, as we sat there until 7pm. 

It was nice because we didn't really talk about cancer, and S has a plan to begin phased return for the last two weeks of school in July. I can't believe I'll get to see her back in school. I'll have to pinch myself. She's got two more weeks of radiotherapy and then technically her treatment has finished. The lifetime of worry that will follow never will....

Her sister comes in once a week to do readers with my class, and whilst we sat there she said what a fantastic teacher I was, and how she'd have wanted her (now grown up) children to have had a teacher like me when they were little. 

I've heard this a lot recently. I suppose if that's the opinion of the masses then it must be true ;-) I wonder why I've never heard it myself.