So Lily started school. In fact she's just finished first term and I'm loathe to put the mozz on it, but all appears to be going quite smoothly. She trots off happily, after a few obligatory moans (not really a morning person, our Lil) and is generally quite pleased with herself and her day at home time. She's learning to read, as kids do, and taking tap classes and wanting to learn violin and tennis and 'keyboard' and gymnastics. Those things can wait.
I'm did have a jolt, on her first day, a pang at the passing of a particular stage in my life - the stage with young kids at home. It lasted only a second.