Got My Girl Back

Gone, it seems, is the the tiny speck of a girl who I watched so anxiously as she went in to bat, or pitch against girls two years older, a head taller, and sometimes a foot wider.

Returned to me is a taller, braver, and even more beautiful girl who seems to have grown six months in five days.

She's wearing a Collechio hat, given to her by an Italian girl. They swapped all sorts of mementoes, bracelets, badges, and key rings, but this is her favourite, and she's not taken it off since she got it.

But when we got home we had her favourite tea; sausages, jacket potatoes and baked beans, and watched her favourite show; Merlin.

Because she's still my little Betsy really.