Pattern

There really is a pattern to our days. I was up early to greet Ellie when she was dropped off. She burst into the house like a tiny tornado and, dumping her stuff in the kitchen, charged upstairs to see Nana. Grandpa was left in the kitchen to prepare her smoothie and her breakfast.

Diane was feeling a little fragile. She had some slight gastric discomfort. Though I was happy for her to help Ellie get washed and dressed, I insisted she stayed at home when it was time for the school run. Leaving Ellie at the classroom, I headed for my pre-breakfast walk in the bright sunshine. (It might have been bright and sunny, but there was a definite nip in the air.)

Diane would normally have gone to the cardiac rehab session on Friday. Today, that was not going to be an option. We stayed put and both got on with our admin during the morning. (Meanwhile, Zoe collected Ellie from school and took her to her appointment at the hospital for an ultrasound scan.)

After lunch, we settled in the warmth of the Orangery with our books until it was time to collect Ellie. Again, Diane stayed put while I went on the school run. We didn't spend too long at the park today. Pete was scheduled to collect Ellie, so I had to get her back for Zoe to collect and take home.