And this is the piece of work which brought tears to the eyes of Hannah’s teacher.
Where does she get her all-embracing love for the Little Ones?
I love the way she capitalises it as thought they’re some other breed. A very different breed from the big, grown-up six year old who’s soon going to be in Year 2!
Lots do to today. Packing. And I mean packing.
We’re going on the ferry to France, we’re taking a roof box for the car, which will soon be filled with Stuff, the bikes will be fixed onto a wobbly bike rack, and the guinea pigs will be cowering in their cage on the back seat.
Oh, and the children will be crammed in too – if there’s room.
At least we seem to have coincided with the smart ferry this time, the one with the on-board swimming pool.
We normally get one of the old tubs with nothing more than a slide and a place to sit and draw pictures: and on a six hour journey you need a bit more than that.