It’s weird to think that in a week I’ll be gone again.
Gone from what I’m not sure. To where I’m not sure. Not entirely. 512 more words
Last weekend I spent an afternoon with a friend and her two young daughters (NB not the image above which is of my two nephews!). Having arrived just after they had returned from their respective gymnastics and dancing classes we were greeted with a display of handstands and cartwheels across the lawn and a rendition of ‘The Merry Old Land of OZ’ with accompanying dance moves. 1,382 more words