Tonic for the soul

 I have woken up in my childhood home, ready for a weekend of cuddles and love. A rather noisy gull has insisted I wake up. 

As you know in London we had a weekend of lovely sun and hot nights, how we miss the rain. Of course this means all washing is dry within an hour or so and some plants in the garden are thrilled to have so much sun. Both girls were at work all day on Saturday and I set about doing a bit of life admin while BigA made us a lovely cooked breakfast. That evening we went out for a pal's birthday meal. London really is a fantastic city, although pricey the food was great and walking distance from home. 

Sunday was my roller derby day. I wasn't sure I was going to get through the 2 very hot hours, but I did, although I fell quite hard and have a bruise on my knee. 

Choir was great too, such a tonic to my thunderous mood, which had been improved by a delicious meal cooked by M. Now the girls have finished I am very happily demanding a bit more attention. 

The girls went to their prom on Tuesday both wearing identical shoes, ones we had bought the Friday before. They looked so beautiful and had a great time, having had their nails done too. They had the best fun with their history teachers! M has had another job interview and they are both busy packing for their trip. Which they go on today. I'm trying to think about what a great experience it will be and not worry. As mum says, A has a bit of Conrad's spirit.

I had a short work week because on Thursday I attended the last of the days on my Inclusive Leadership course. And on Wednesday students went home earlier than normal for staff training. Other than that I had an oddly good set of lessons, where one class who I really struggle with were simply fantastic and one lesson where I joined up with Ali, one of the other drama teachers and we taught 2 year 9s together. An INSET afternoon on racial literacy meant it was an interesting and quick week. I worked out too that I don't have many days left, just 6 at work before the surgery. I told my form and they were very sweet. I love how they want to know some odd details and mainly care if I'm coming back and won't leave them. I didn't make any false promises but we did agree that if I have walkers or walking sticks we'll decorate them together. It's at times like that, I love the fact they are 14 reminds, beautifully selfish and caring all at the same time, they really are children. 

Yesterday felt super busy, mainly hospital based, two of them. One for my first art therapy and then off to the next for the pre op assessment. The therapy was essentially trying to get across the layers of VHLness that currently is all about my upcoming surgery. It was good to get some tears out with a jolly good cry. 

Once home I grabbed my bag, kissed and hugged my family and headed to Norfolk. Once here I got love and cuddles instantly from my mum and H, then food, a film and talking into the night. Perfect. 

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