And so - the end of an era part - er...I've lost count.

The final school run with them both; etc. All the way up, Tom was mulling over the various 'lasts'. I got an after - I ought to look out the before one...? (See extra)
In they went; and I hung about waiting for Stuart (P7 football coach) as we were to do a presentation to the team we'd coached. (See Cigs for a more in depth analysis of the final school assembly)
At midday after a lap of the school, the P7 were released one final time; clapped and cheered out as they went.

Much hugging and tears and laughter and smiles and then off to a scorching Inverleith Park. I sat at a discreet distance (the ex and her bampot chum were there) and finally after all bar about 4 P7s had been expending all their energy  we slowly drifted home around 7.

Tom had a wistful half hour in PJs later on as his Instagram was jumping with messages and photos; but primary school is now history for him.