It was lovely. Lots of turning round from her pew from Whirling Dervish to wave up at the balcony to meeeee! Continue reading
I went to Whirling Dervish’s school’s Christmas Fayre.
I don’t think I’ve been to an event like this since I left primary school *mumble, mumble* years ago.
My, how times have changed. Continue reading
I was having a good old chops with Whirling Dervish this week (post-germs) while her Dad was pottering about doing man-stuff.
She was telling me all about a not very nice situation she’s got going on with her group of girls at school. Let’s call the others Grace, Rachel and Olivia.
Grace has decreed that Rachel and Olivia can’t play with Whirling Dervish anymore. Rachel especially is allowed no one-on-one time with Whirling Dervish.