And another year is done...

This morning Mrs B, armed with stickers and cake, said good-bye to another year of ball-skills students. They gave her hugs, smiles and even a lovely prezzie in return. Mrs B managed not to cry, but only just. It is such a cliche, but it is so true - this year flew by. Last year seemed so much longer, maybe because it was brand new (and I was carrying a baby on my back). And it seems I've agreed to year number three. I won't even have a child in pre-primary. Wow. To all of you who have helped make...