Just a touch of journalling, an odd month really. On top of the family visit to the zoo, we also had three family meals together. Twice I was invited to W’s and once W accepted an invite to have tea with me and the girls at mine. Then last week she asks me to have the girls a bit later than usual, only to 7pm (as she’s going to a happy hour at a local cocktail bar with a friend). Before I get there to drop the girls off she texts me with this montage of photos from a holiday we went on about 4 years ago (one of those montages that computers put together for you without asking these days). Anyway, before I get set to say goodbye to the girls, she brings it up, and we briefly talk about the holiday. She clearly has good memories of it. Then D6, listening to us, asks when will daddy be moving back into mummy’s house? Oh, W says, think how lucky you are having two homes. D6 starts to cry, and W says, let’s all have a hug together - which the three of us do, which cheers D6 up. I soon leave though. I mean, where do you go with all that?