Nancy is now 7. Seven has hitherto been an unremarkable number, not like three which is the magic number or 42 the answer of life the universe and everything. In fact the only thing really associated with 7 is a head in a box or the final nail in the Police Academy Franchise. But no longer. Nancy is now 7 and so the number is reborn. And Nancy is reborn too. The stress of too months ago, of mild terror within, has dissipated and been replaced with minor infraction and more general peacefulness.Which is jolly. There is still the occasional skirmish on the borders of rudeness but she seems, fingers crossed to be on an upward trajectory.
She continues to be wholly quotable; "you're smiling undercover, I know that" while in conflict with Esther who had probably done something a little off. Or the more cryptic Germanic style gnomic comment "I need to try and kiss my bum first." I've know idea why she said that. But let us take joy from that anyway.
She is cracking. And blimey where has the ti.... no. Enough of that mawkish nonsense. Thanks to all who sent cards and guftlies - the wooden puppy shown below was particularly left field triumph - but all have brought her much joy.
The truth is lemon meringue.
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