Well, that was Monday.

The UK weather was wet, cold and miserable last week, but suddenly it is summer with the holiday mood that goes with it. It is quite marked in the behaviour and expressions of people on trains and around town. I wonder if this marked difference is why the English are forever talking about the weather?

Nigel got the results of the surprise exam he did last week. Only 3 in the class passed and the rest had to rewrite today. Nigel, of course, passed first time round with 71%. Well done, Nigel. He and Caelyn are preparing for their move on Saturday, but I was at their house today and I can't see how they are going to be ready on time. On moving day, Sean and I are going to be looking after Woozle. She will be better off playing and visiting the Zoo rather than getting underfoot in a house move.



My Mum and I looked after her today while her parents were in College. We will carry on looking after her on Mondays and Wednesdays until the end of the academic year. She is so happy at home that I think her parents were right to withdraw her from Nursery School. She loved the Nursery in Folkestone. On her 2nd birthday she was transferred to the Dover Nursery in the same street they live in. She was OK for the first time or two, then there was a 3 week holiday and she never settled back in after that. I think it was partly because she was picking up on her parents nervous tension concerning their move. There was a real threat of homelessness so they were understandably worried. They will try putting her back in Nursery in the new academic year which starts in September as she will have had time to adjust to her new house and she will be that bit older too.

She has potty trained herself. She used the potty 5 times while my mum and I were there and she had no "accidents". She just got on with it then showed us what she had done and beamed at the praise. She loves reading with someone, as you can see here. There she is, snuggled up with her Great Grandmother, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Michelle has gone to a special church service to pray for healing of the hurt that poor Rosie's tragic death awakened in her. I join my prayers to hers that she will be able to take a step forward this evening. I have been thinking of her and hoping for the best for her. She has gone through a really bad time, poor kid. My little Firstborn.