Nobody grumbles or drags their feet as they skip to school, happy to be back.
They're busy in class when, or getting ready for a show rehearsal for our delayed second birthday party, when I pop in to visit.
It's music to my ears to hear them chorus "Good morning Auntie Libby" How lucky I am to be here with them again.
Madam Rose, our headteacher, makes me promise not to look in on the rehearsal. "It must be a surprise," she insists. I am happy to comply. Mama, Papa and I are in for a real treat,I know.
