Camp
So Miss Pickle is off on her first overnight school camp today. On one hand I feel completely free. On the other hand I feel like I should be doing stuff I can't do when she's around. Which is... um... nothing. I'm not that interesting. --------------------- This will be the second time she has not slept within 15 metres of me since Mr Duncan died. The first time was unexpected. Maybe six weeks ago we were invited to join long time friends (and their peer aged child) for the day at a local festival. They mentioned they were camping there and we were welcome to camp with them for the night. Pickle was not keen, but I threw a sleeping bag and change of clothes into the car just in case. And as we applauded the last performer on stage she suggested we stay the night. I was clear that I wasn't going to stay (deliberately didn't pack for me), but could pick her up in the morning. And she decided to stay! So, ...
