Last Day

I spent my last official day of maternity leave with Juliet looking around the high school that she might attend in 11 years time.  Surreal, but true.  Oh my, what a place.  Disregarding the fact that it took over and hour to get there because of the traffic/a bad accident/the rain, I would consider pawning one of the girls to make sure we could afford to send the other one there.  Hopefully by the time they go to high school, there will be school buses to and from this area (Pymble).

It was like being back at St Paul's.  Every girl that we passed was delightful, the facilities were to die for (gym used by US Olympic team for training for the Sydney Olympics), 700 seat theatre, a music building, lecture theatres, and really anything and everything the young ladies of the Yardley household could dream of.  Of course, Stuart will be dreaming that they pass the entrance exam to the local selective free school, but we'll see.

All this and the school dress is black watch tartan.  How lovely.

Juliet and I made the journey home in a more palatable 30 minutes and spent the rest of the day sleeping off last night's wakings (Alice 1.48am, 2.28am; Juliet 3am, 4am, 6am) and reading quietly (me reading quietly, her shouting loudly if there was a gap of more than a few seconds between books).  Unfortunately the excitement must have been too much for her, as she's developed a rash and a temperature.  Not liking the combo, we're off to the doctors at 8.15am so I'm off to bed now to prepare for what might be a long night ahead.  Night all.