Quick one this. Today we have done some washing, cleaned the bath, hoovered put on clean fresh clothes and also eaten well......things seem spookily composed and then we met our neighbour who asked us what we had been up to over the week end and I initially drew a blank, exchanged pleasantries of something and nothing and came inside then the penny dropped - we have spent a good deal of the last couple of days making a card for a nurse. We know we can't see him again and although this is making us sad (littles seeing a paternal figure and teens with a huge crush) we have been all consumed in constructing a card. We have all got involved even W. It feels a little like we are floating about on a cloud and can't wait to go to the health centre tomorrow so that we can deliver the card, the thought that 'he' might open the card and read our letter has left us floating on air. I know It is going to end in tears and I will be the one mopping up.