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5years 227days

Fridays are one of those days she eats a packed tea on the way somewhere. Piano on Fridays. I had managed to leave her main book at home so had to drop her off with the teacher and go for it. When I came back, they had been working on a recorder piece for her to play for me. And it nearly reduced me to tears- she was so proud of herself.

She told me on the way home that they did "rolling tennis" on the big playground today. And that she didn't think very much to it. On the basis of the strange vaguely tennis-based game that they played, she decided she doesn't like tennis. I tried to explain the difference, she didn't buy it.