First day of school

Howdy folks (well, me actually but I'll pretend I'm not the only follower!).

It's been a couple of weeks. Today is the first major milestone for a four year old here in the UK. FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. I did well. Not too teary, just a little bit as I walked away. My girl looked lovely, very grown up and walked in without a hitch or a single glance backward. Well done grasshopper. Now I teach how to cook dinner.

What have I done with my two hour window of time?? Well, let's see! There's the glider lesson, the bikini wax, the phone book to memorise and then of course I need to alphabetise my paperback collection...oh wait! Two HOURS. That's right folks, two whole hours for the first four months. Half days. Which is lucky really because I can get a little bit done in the mornings and still have afternoons to play. I know you are thinking I can't do math - 9am to 12pm is THREE hours. But you see, it's a 30 minute walk there and back, so I have to leave time to travel. We're going to try out the bikes tomorrow and see how we get on.

My husband asked me on the way back if this day had brought back any memories for me of my first day of school. You see, I can't remember it, not a thing. He can remember quite alot from early childhood, including his first day of school. I hope my little girl will remember. Hopefully her memory will be more like her dad's when it comes to long term (his short term memory? Fahgitabodit). I DO remember some things, don't get me wrong. Just not the first day. Do you?

With only one hour left before I have to start heading back up the road I am off to the gym - I am sure they have missed me in there since July. My waistline has most certainly missed it.

Later tater