Yesterday was J’s last day at Godstowe. It was very tearful (and that was just me).
He has had a wonderful four years there and come on amazingly. It has been especially tough over the last few weeks as there have been a few rites of passage (first lost teeth, first IVs).
And, unlike most of the others, I don’t feel as though we have anything concrete yet to move on to. It will be good (once I have cleared a space through all the packing and loft debris) to get down West….though very scary.
Jensen has already asked about when he can come back and visit Godstowe……