I could tell you about the chaos caused by new shoes or by new carpet.
Maybe about thundery, wet mornings in a tin can near the west coast.
I could tell you about the glory of graduation, or Girl2’s no sleep sleepover.
What about the foolishness of a person old enough to know better getting sunburnt?
But right now, there’s only one thing on my mind.
Girl1 has been away for most of the last 3 weeks. She had a week in Donegal, a stopover for clothes washing, and has been in France, dancing as part of a cultural traditions programme. She’s spent a week with a French family, and days in a hostel with all her dancing friends and musicians. Despite a bus breakdown in France and a mass sprint though Charles de Gaulle airport, she’ll be home this evening. Exhausted, overdosed on junk food, grown up, with a smattering of French and probably an attitude.
The wee pet.