Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Well, we survived.

Rowan was excited as anything but managed to keep to the schedule and we arrived in good time. We couldn't really get Oscar's buggy into the classroom so Rowan said her goodbyes to Sam in the school yard and I saw her into her class and settled her down.

The playschool has obviously had its benefits as Rowan got quickly into the swing of things and waved me goodbye without a bother as I left.

Sam and I, somewhat shellshocked by the whole business and doubtless surprised by the relative ease with which it passed off, rewarded ourselves with a trip to the Libery Grill for french toast, pancakes and bacon. Yum!

We mooched around town until 11.30 when the kids were let out early. (Usually they'll finish at 1.30 but they're eased into the first week gently.) We collected Rowan, rewarded her with a trip to Waterstone's bookshop (can't start the indoctrination too early; a trip to the bookshop is a treat for me too) and then gamely slogged our way home.

Day 1 done only another 12-15 years or more of education to go.