Start Of Something New

First day of the next twelve/thirteen* years (and still she's smiling):

She's adorable, but still, there's something missing when they're not in their wee pinafore, blouse (and tie), with socks pulled up to their knees and cardigan on, don't you think?

Meanwhile back in the kitchen:

And by 8.50am a wash had been done and was drying, the breakfast dishes cleared and put in the dishwasher, the crumbs hoovered up, the beds made, a bunch of ironing done, clothes put on, teeth brushed and Tiger and Lightning wandering around the house seemingly at a loss for what to do.  Whether that was because their playmate was gone or because at 9am we're usually still in our jammies and finishing off breakfast with 'chores' but a distant ideal, I've no idea.  Me, I was knackered, and ready for my mid-morning snack and a snooze.  And this just the first day of way more than 13 years for me...!

* Depending on which country we end up in.