The week running up to Dom's 10th birthday party was funny. Every day grandma would point out that the weather forecast was for heavy rain on Saturday. Every day I would answer that the forecast was not always right and we could well have a sunny afternoon.
In the event it rained - and we feel back on plan B - to hold the party indoors.
It was less than ideal, having 16 ten year olds in a relatively confined space - but Ant worked wonders to keep them all busy and happy.
Afterwards I reflected on the fact that grandma had had a miserable week expecting rain to ruin everything, while I'd had a hopeful week, knowing that even if it rained we would survive.
I remain an optimist, even though she was right this time...
ROME 25/5– Day 41: It almost turned my tongue inside out
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I begin to tear up as I realize I am in my last days… Sunrise: 5:42 Sunset:
20:32 A… yeah yeah… 20:25 I slept a lot today. I think I finally understand
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