That'll Do Pig, That'll Do

Daughter came out of school in tears.  Not sobs, just the gentle stream of tears at the end of a long hard day.

Gentle questions revealed not much wrong, but not much right: difficult lessons, a bad test result and a long day.

We came home to a warm house, a drink, a biscuit and a bit of quiet time; dinner and then a bit of cooking together.

By the time we had done she was singing again and quite content.

'Well done Mum' even if I do say so myself!