"Walking back from a happy evening spent in
the pub, myself, my daughter and my son. We'd
had a lovely time, eaten from the barbeque,
they'd played on the slides and climbing frame
with the other kids, the sun was setting and we
got to talking as we walked. "I know it's been a
bit strange, moving to another school, a new
house with only a little garden and all that,
but you've both held up really well, and I'm
proud of you both." Both littlies went a bit
quiet, then my son tucked his hand into mine and
squeezed as he said, "It's OK Mum, in fact it
could be a lot worse." "How's that son?" "We
could live in a potato!"
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