Living opposite a primary school was a totally brilliant idea. Just the one child there now, and I watch him skip over the playground to his classroom door, without needing to leave the house. Sometimes I delay my shower til later in the morning - if I'm working from home I've found it's a good way of warming me up about an hour after the heating has gone off. So I watch in my dressing gown, wondering what I'd do if he fell over - I suspect he'd be more embarrassed having me dash to his aid in my PJs than he'd be cross about my not being there to help.
And the nights he's not with me, I hover in my lounge, hopeful to catch sight of him, and sometimes grab a hug first, on his way in.
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