In which I know it's been a good day

When I take a photo of my daughter with her Great Grandma



And this is the view in my mirror on the way back to my mummy's house.




Then I spend a lovely evening outside at Apple Tree Cafe with my best friend Miss B, and the brushing on my foot is my napkin, not a mouse.

And I seriously start wondering about moving home.

Smug? Moi? Absabloominlutely

And why wouldn't I be.

I'm driving a great car, I paid for in hard earned cash; to the island
to see family who will be as pleased to see me as I am to see them; there is roast chicken and crumble and a million hugs waiting on the other side of the water;

And when I look over the shoulder this is what I see.

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(Update: This post made Isobel so nauseous, she 'puked' as soon as we arrived!)