British

Here's my British kid. Middle of a heatwave, sat with a cup of tea, under a duvet in the garden. In the evening because she spent the day despairing at the fact she felt "like a boiled potato that had been fried". Katie does not do heatwaves. She sent me a gif of  Tom and Jerry making snow angels, longing for winter to come. 

She went to ballet for the first time since the op today. I had told her she was only allowed to do ballet until her stitches are out. I think she may have deviated a little from the rule "but we were only marking, mama". Least it is a sign things are a little better.