The littiles are back to school tomorrow.
For Nadi, it is her first day at big school, new uniform etc and she will be walking there on her own no Mum involved, that would not be cool.
In her mind she is now an adult.
She is nearly 12, has lumps and bumps, wants a boyfriend, but is as feisty has they come.
I feel sorry for whoever she chooses.
Millie, just six, is really looking forward to meeting her friends again, she lives in a very rural location, so lockdown has not been good for her.
The local littlies are making the most of the last day of the holidays, bikes, trikes and electric scooters all over the place.
They have chalked a hopscotch on my cross over, no great shakes, it will pressure wash off.
The leader of the gang is a very astute young lady.
Ian, we are not allowed to get ice cream or sweets from you because you are not family.
If I get Mum to come, you could give them her and then she could give them to us.
She will go far in life, she lives next door but one.
As bright as a button