It's the first day back for me today. Again. I've never had this much time off sick on one term, (I would say 1 year, but chicken pox was 2 weeks - chicken pox! At 34!) and so we're back this morning.
I'm not desperate to be back.
It's end of term this week. This Friday. Which falls on a 17th. Nice. Which is, for those of us who cannot help but count, 74 weeks, or 17 months. Lovely.
On the other hand. (and please people, let us look at the other hand ;-) for after all I am being *so* brave.........) On the other hand it will be another month that J and I have been together.
That's a good thing.
I will find that silver lining. I will.