Yesterday was my last day of looking after grandchildren on a regular basis after fourteen years. I'll still be needed in school holidays for many years as littlest is only just four but starts school tomorrow.
I've spent many many wet days bored to tears, ten years of coping with GD2 before I knew what autism was, I've played the Shopping Game about a million times, learnt about construction vehicles and Minecraft with the only boy after nine girls, dealt with tantrums, potty training and wasp stings.
I'm ashamed to confess that I couldn't wait for it to all be over.
But what will I do next Tuesday without hearing "Granny! Granny! Granny!" all day, without bursting with love and pride over the most beautiful children in the world and without any runny noses to wipe?
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