So, I was driving Miss O home after a rather uneventful day involving a pootle around the shops and a trip to the library. It was pouring with rain, but we were in high spirits given that we’d seen not one, but TWO yellow cars, and an excellent variety of doggies, including a Dalmatian (which, if you’re as big a fan of Marshall from Paw Patrol as she is, is akin to clocking Taylor Swift sashaying down your local high street…)
After a minute or so of silence, I caught a glimpse of her in my mirror. She was absolutely beaming in my direction.
“I am SO happy!”
… I’m not going to lie, I welled up a bit.