Got a non-pfo (why not just say acceptance? who knows; I'm tired) the day after. Happiness ensued.
This weekend was the warmest so far this year. I squeeze my child-bearing hips (cheers, ma) through the window and we sit on the stone balcony. Bickering about schooling and commenting on the girls walking past the afternoon slips away and it seems seconds since I arrived.
I return to London with renewed enthusiasm and a shadowed shape of a plan.