Mondays are hard. There is no sound quite like your alarm on a Monday morning. Depresso.
But then, there is no sound quite like a gorgeous four year old girl ringing you (with the help of her mum) on a Monday morning just to see what you're up to because she misses you. As I was about to fall asleep on the train today, my phone rang and little Lucy's voice was at the other end. We chatted and giggled and it was such a good start to the week.
It was just one of those things that really does make you all warm and fuzzy inside and and even though I was her nanny, I can still be her friend.