Rose

Today I ironed my last ever school shirt. Three more exams, three shirts. The end of a domestic era.

Pole work this afternoon, with none of the excitement of last week. My friend was very lucky, a fractured vertebrae but no surgery needed and she's home, in a back brace, and expected to make a full recovery. We missed her in the lesson.

The rose is one we planted in memory of J's father a few years ago. At the time we didn't know it would flower on Fathers day.