Herself has dyed her hair for the summer again. Compare and contrast 2017 on the left and 2018 on the right. The most noticeable thing, I think is how much older and more sure of herself she looks. That and the hair.
She went off to a three week residential course on Sunday and she was only too happy to say farewell to her sorrowing parents. There was an unfortunate incident in relation to a retainer. In the car as we were arriving she said, “[My friend] M says that she left her retainer in our house on Friday”. M is going to the same residential course so when I saw her and her parents, the first thing I said was, “I hear M left her retainer at our house.” Had M told her parents? She had not. Were they annoyed with her? They were. Did the Princess blame me for being unable to keep my mouth shut? She did. Did we find the missing retainer despite Mr. Waffle going through the food bin in case it had been inadvertently thrown out? We did not. Alas.
She went to see Christine Lagarde (in town for a brief visit) speak and asked her father but not me for some good questions. I was suitably outraged. I have good questions.
Notwithstanding the associated drama, I miss my first born.
The boys and I are home alone today and tomorrow as Mr. Waffle is away for work. The pair of them were at home alone all day today and, I have to say, I did feel quite guilty abandoning them but they seem to have survived with no particular ill effects. On the contrary, Daniel has become a scrambled egg making master.
And in other very exciting news, we have finally booked our summer holiday and we are going to Denmark. Give me your Danish tips.