I have just found out that my little G.E. turned up to a night-shift as a student paediatric nurse last week, and was given the solo job of looking after a three year-old boy whose entire family had been killed in a car-crash. He was the only survivor.
Apparently, he spent most of the night asking for his Mummy.
It only seems like yesterday since I was holding her three year-old hand as we crossed the road as safely as possible, and I remember the feeling of almost stifling responsibility.
Visible Monday: raincoat and wellies. - I don't know what happened to summer, but autumn is definitely here now. It's a soggy, misty day with a light drizzle of rain that quickly gets you wet - t...
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