two hundred and forty five


I am grateful B has a mini me too. Jem has to put on her new stuff the minute she gets home. Admire it and wear it. Even if it is boots and puffer jackets and the sun is shining. Just like B. It was sweet to see the twinkle of pride in B’s eye, as I said, she really is your child. Whereas Kate and I might unpack our stuff tomorrow. If we get around to it. Or maybe B and Jem will do it for us. Or most likely, I’ll find an unpacked bag in my cupboard in a week’s time and wonder whose it is.