It's Ds last day at his lovely lovely primary. Last night the year 6's did a fantastic performance - a play/musical they wrote themselves and he, unusually, as is a very shy boy generally, had a major role. Not only did I snivel all the way through it, but this morning when I dropped him off, and then took dd to her last day in the early years building which is a beautiful little house opposite the main school, I wept copiously for both of them! Am I mad?