The Big Day

The Big Day came and went today without significant trauma, taking onto account various factors which we may or may not go into here.

A significant beneficial contributor was the fact that she'd been and met her teachers and some of her classmates last Friday at an "interview" and made friends with Cassidy, a little girl in her class.

Another plus is that there are several of her little chums from nursery at her school, notable Hannah - though none is in her class.

And there's the obsession with school uniforms, being at school, and all that.

But there was the pool of vomit that she woke up in this morning on the negative side.

We didn't let that minor detail put us off though. We were up bright and early and amazingly weren't late to school, even after negotiating the usual flashpoints of suncream and toothbrushing.

She helped Nicole in the preparation of food and packed loads for the day, and all that was left uneaten was the banana.

We rode up to the school with the tow-along and I found out where to park the thing while Nicole got her settled in class. By the time I got back she was sitting at a table merrily playing with a puzzle.

It wasn't mayhem exactly but the school room was filled with parents and kids milling around for about half an hour. They were all waiting for the bell which meant it was time to go but the bell didn't go off and there were no screaming kids to make things interesting so people just sort of started to wander away. There wasn't any separation anxiety and no tears.

By all accounts, by which I mean the report from Miss Dale (that would be her teacher) that everything was fine, everything was fine. I asked Eloise how her day was and her answer was "I dunno."