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Date: 07 January 2005 13:16:37
...now I've stopped laughing (sorry smudgie!) at a fellow blogger's 'unfortunate' accident! Ouch! You have my every sympathy. I speak as one who fell crash on her.... well...let's say back, on the icy front path recently, ably helped by Miffdog. My fault entirely. The first frost for ages is NOT the best time to try out the 'Dog's Today' (or was it 'Your Dog') patent method of getting your pooch to walk on a loose lead.
Excitement today with the delivery of our new, big, red, squashy 3 piece suite - my little indulgence in the sales. The last set we bought was 13 years ago, on our move to France, and even by my standards (sluttish!)was getting beyond redemption Even if it was a repository of a thousand sweet papers (as I found when the men took it away. I'd carefully vacuumed behind the chairs, but forgot to clear up under), and as many confidences during years of teenage sleepovers. As Ms Miff said when she heard the news on Tuesday, 'Mum - you haven't allowed me any time to MOURN that sofa!' Luckily, she's away in Denmark for a few days, so we avoided tearful farewells this morning.
This last is a late 18th birthday present for Ms Miff and three friends. And a first for her. Although she's pretty independent, (she travelled over to the UK from France a couple of times as an unaccompanied minor), this is the first time she's been on a real live, no older adults present holiday. I'll admit to one of those teary moments as I saw her off to the train on Wednesday. There've been many such over the years. Like the first day at playgroup, starting school, first school trip away, first job, the time I looked at the first school photo (age 6) and suddenly glimpsed in those little faces the teenagers they'd be ten years hence. (Sniff!)
Of course, being Ms Miff, she's up against umpteen deadlines having left shortly after an A2 language oral exam, and being due to sit another just after she gets back. Heaven help us if the flight is delayed! And typically, after weeks of nail biting, news of her much awaited college interviews have come through the moment she fled the country. Poor Mr Miff was deputed to text a friend's phone as Ms Miff's had packed up. We knew she had one at Kingston anyway, but since then we've heard from Ravensbourne (18th) and today, Reading (21st!). All frighteningly earlier than we'd expected. 'Portfolio' is going to be a dirty word chez Miffy over the next few weeks and months. Sadly, we've not yet heard a peep from Oxford Brookes, which is where she's really set her heart on going.