I wrote on Valentines Day about my dislike of cards (Here!), and told the girls last week that I didn't want bought birthday cards, but that they were to make them - and this is what I got:
Charlotte always signed her name as 'Charlotte P' when she was B's age; this was due to there being two Charlotte's in her class, and they were distinguished (Is that the right word?) by the letter of their surname. Only problem was, Charlotte carried that on into her life outside school, so any cards or thank-you notes were always signed 'Charlotte P'.
In other news ... Not a lot! I think I'm getting up at stupid o'clock on Saturday so I can queue with several hundred excitable girls to buy tickets for Mia and Charlotte to see McFly at the Ipswich Regent. B was asked if she wanted to go to the concert, and answered with a resounding NO!
And it was 13 weeks yesterday until we go on holiday, and I still haven't been running ...

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