11 am: she makes waffles, and offers them to CD. This is great because I'd been trying to persuade him to eat breakfast for 3 hours. We chat. No really, she still seems to like talking to me.
I leave to dig the car out of the snow and go to T*sco, leaving her in charge and chatting to Smiley. Normally Smiley comes to the supermarket with me, but wheelchairs and ice do not mix!
12.30 pm: I return with the shopping and drop heavy hints about needing some help.
1.30 pm: Angel empties the dishwasher.
1.35 pm: She goes back on the laptop.
2 pm: She pulls on the wellies and heads out into the back lane.
2.15 pm: She comes back in and asks CD if he would like to come out and play. Then she actually goes and finds his wellies for him :)
They go out to play in the snow....
2.45 pm: They dash back into the house scattering snow on the hunt for coal, buttons and carrots, I wonder why?
3.15 pm: She's cleaning out and laying a fire.
3.30 pm: Studying in front of the fire with the laptop for company.
6.30 pm: A brief appearance in the kitchen for dinner.
7.30 pm: Her friend arrives. The books are put away.
7.45 pm: They raid the fridge for the first time.
11.15 pm: Time for sleep.
So why am I boring you with all this? Well, thanks to the disaster that is the Irish economy, Angel and one of her friends are now planning to go to Australia next September, along with 1 in 3 of her age group, as reported here. If it happens, my little family will be broken up much earlier than I expected. How will we manage without her energy and enthusiasm and affection? We would all miss her terribly. Is it selfish to say (not to her obviously) that I don't want her to go?