First day

First day of school. Reception.

He ran in without a backwards glance or even a bye.

I thought I was going to be ok but I shed a tear or two.

He had a blast, not that he will tell us what he got up to.

Then swimming lesson followed by a trip to M&S to grab dinner on the way home, he picked cooked salmon and a truckle of cheese. My child has expensive taste (I need the paydeal to be agreed on, fingers crossed).

It is now 8.30 pm and I am sat in the car in the dark with the dog and the small boy is asleep in his seat. We are in the hospital carpark. Doctor called. Treatment has been withdrawn. Just on oxygen now to keep him comfortable. Mr Mouse is alone in the hospital.