Sam finally flew to France to join Nicks parents. I think he probably lopped off 2 years from my life expectancy by not getting up, not packing and allowing me to do all the worrying for him. It felt like a minor triumph to actually wave him goodbye, although of course the cottage will feel very quiet. The girls and I enjoyed a tranquil evening and I plaited their hair after their bath - Murron demanded we have a photo shoot whilst Rowan curled up in her bed with a book.