The novelty of crawling in the snow has not lost its appeal yet this week. If she sees a good patch, she crawls in it.

I think in most circumstances, I would have abandoned all considerations of driving to ballet but her clarinet needed taking to the repairer which happens to be near to ballet. Im glad we did try because the roads were manageable and she really didn’t want to miss class. But when we got there, she had a bit of a moment of “my feelings are too much right now”. I’d sent her into class and looked round to see her in tears wth her teacher, which isn’t like her at all. She’d got in a fluster about her hair and just melted. Between R and I, all was righted and she had a good class in the end but it really wasn’t like her.