Irritatingly, I’ve woken 3 days out of 4 at 4am and allowed the things I need/ want to do this week to keep me awake.
Monkeyface isn’t here, disrupting my sleep, although I forgot that as I crept back to bed trying not to disturb her.
Some of her books are piled up in the living room and I haven’t the heart to put them back on the shelf. I talked to her briefly yesterday – or rather she talked at me down the phone, jabbering at me to look at the picture she had created. She is wonderfully happy in my mum’s company and I am so very pleased and relieved by that.
She will soon be home. 5 days to go