Big School: the verdict

Flea's first day of school

Months of planning, years of budgeting, agonising about which school, trying to find that one, secret shop in the WHOLE world that sells knee-length grey school socks… yes, Flea has started big school.

When I picked her up this afternoon, I was keen to basically have my child validate my decisions by telling me what an amazing time she'd had.

"How did it go, did you have fun?" I asked.

A long pause. "Yes."

"Did you learn anything good? Do you feel smarter?"

Another long pause. "Yes."

"What was the best thing?"

She thinks for a moment. Then her whole face lights up and she shouts: "At lunch there was cake for pudding!"

It's not exactly what I was looking for, but at least she's had a good day – and to be fair, a day with cake is better than one without.

ps: I already know there was cake. Do you know how I know this? Because there is icing on the wretched bloody blazer.

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