Hannah and I have chatted through our morning and now really should be rushing....
I know where everything is for the child, and for me, and so we will get there as we get there!
There has been no message from the Other Side of the Pond for today, and that's the way it is. I will take pictures and send them to the BG. She may see them, she may not. I don't know.
I do know that Rich will know that we have done our best, the child and I, and that he will be proud of us.
There will be several of these type of occasions over the year. I still don't have a date for his inquest, although I know what will be said, and what the outcome is more than likely to be. I'm happy with that.
The FO phoned, and asked for some paperwork which the She-Ex had taken with her years ago and therefore I couldn't supply, (if she's lost it, it's not my problem. My position has been made very clear!) and also said that there would be things going on for us with the Armoury boys. They are such good boys. :-)
The FLO phoned to see how I was (I was at school!) which was nice.
Several people phoned last night to see how my first day back was.
Hannah stayed over.
I am surrounded by love and care, and nearly ready to go and do our bit for Rich. I wish BG could be here for this, if nothing else. On the other hand, maybe it's better for her this way. I hope one day I can sit with her grownup self, and tell her what her Daddy was like, and the AC can tell her what a great father he was, and she will know he was a good man.
A girl can hope.
But for now, London it is.
7 weeks. :-((