Sammy's first day at school...

Monday morning, 9am and Sammy was in a small queue with his classmates ready to be led into his classroom by his teacher; Rebeca. He was keen to go and so there were no last minute wobbles. They are staggering the youngest ones start days and there were supposed to be 6 starting today but 3 appear to have gone missing already? Not between 9am and 1pm - they just didn't turn up at all!

Paul, Granny and I watched as Sammy was led off down the corridor to his class. He wasn't really paying attention, too busy swaggering with his elbows stuck out and so he briefly joined a queue of 4 year olds waiting to get into their class but Rebeca gathered her ducklings again and off they went together to their new room.

Bless

At 1pm they were waiting in the playground with their balloons. Sammy was a little put out as his balloon had 'SAMUEL' on it and as he rightly said "That's not my name."

His next words were "I want to go to school again." I wonder if the euphoria will last another 16 years.