Tomorrow is the last day of school term, the Hobbits will no longer be in P6. When summer (which doesn't depict anything but constant rain at the moment) ends they'll be in their last year of primary school and that makes me sad.
I said goodbye to the P1 class I helped out in today. Lots of little people hugs and some tears but, said I, we'll see each other in the corridor next year and we'll say hello! But it won't be the same, they said.
Oh bless. The teacher wants me back next year, oh but to make that a permanent position. I would be so very happy.