The trouble with blogs is that you can’t say everything in them, and there isn’t a lot I can tell you about the two-and-a-bit days I spent at Gill’s house. We had a lovely day out at Chatsworth House, and we spent a pleasant day just chatting.

I left full of admiration for Gill and Jane, who have been though tough times and handled them with discretion and confidence.

There was plenty for me to think about on the four-hour ride to Bournemouth, but not much of it was about school, despite the fact that this was the connection between all of us. On arrival, I collected the keys to my mother’s flat from the estate agent (is anyone looking for a flat in Bournemouth?) and prepared to spend a whole week on my own. Well, mostly on my own.

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