I got my taxi at 6.15AM on Thursday morning to go to the airport en route to Zurich. As I stepped out into the darkness I felt a cold drizzle on my face. My spirits dropped as I realized pretty quickly that rain would mean the cancellation of Maxime’s school picnic in the mountains on the penultimate day of his first year at school. He had been looking forward to it for a number of weeks and I was sorry for him especially because when I got to Zurich it was glorious weather with a bright blue sky. As I headed into the office I couldn’t help but think that the sun was in the wrong place. It’s now Saturday and the good news is that, as is often the case at the age of three, the disappointment didn’t last for long especially thanks to a promise of a rearranged trip in September. His attention has now turned to our upcoming family holiday in Gran Canaria in 5 weeks time – he’s already worked out that this should theoretically be a good excuse to buy new “Cars” flip flops, a new “Barbarpapa” bag and new “Spiderman” T-Shirts and the like. He didn’t get any of what he whined for, but he’s not daft that one.
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