Thursdays are so much better than they used to be. She still says she doesn't want to go, but as she only realises she's going when the doorbell rings and her coat goes on there's not a lot of time to work herself up into a snit.
I woke her at 7.30 this morning, no dramas, no tears, no need to dash for the shower. Wonderful.
I've spent the day cleaning and running to the tip - not a silk flower or a Brixton Briefcase left in the building.
When she got home she was all set to start on the tears but I chivvied her out of it and she ate most of the tea she brought home with her (tinned salmon sandwiches *boak*) and has just gone to bed. No dramas.
I feel a bit disoriented!
I'm off to wrap a few Christmas presents and write Ma's Christmas cards.