Uniform

First day wearing uniform. Tights are not Nelly’s friend, fully expecting her to get through lots of pairs. Another good day if you don’t count the hysterics about being made to take out her space buns before heading off. I did do her some French braids instead.
Betty returned from her hike in quite possibly the foulest humour I have ever seen her in. Only time for a quick shower before she had to go to work. Eeek. (The youth of today have no stamina. I survived many times at work in terrible nick in my youth!)