Actually that's not entirely true, but it's the first time leaving
Isobel at nursery while I trot off to work has broken my heart so
Little girl used to practically dismiss me with her wave and kisses
bye bye, now she can't even be consoled by toast.
Today she wasn't even consoled by cuddles.
I just have to hand her over and dash to minimise both our trauma.
Today I couldn't even bear to look back through the window.
I'm sure I'll get a call later telling me she's fine. (I think my
tears told the nursery I wasn't!)
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