End of the beginning

So it has been settled. Having entered into this deal with my eyes wide shut, not realising what it would mean to have one blog let alone three, I've devised my exit strategy. Unlike the disordered festival of fecklessness and hubris that is Brexit, this will be clear and easy. Nexit is planned. What began as a clear sighted activity turned into a literary Vietnam will now end in June 2019. When Nancy turns eight this blog will blog no more. The baton will be passed to Nancy to see if she wants to continue this mighty endeavour but if she wishes not to then it will pass into dereliction. So there are five to go - best make them count, as when the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.

So what of Nancy? She is a committed sufragette and knows all the words to Sister Suffragette, can't really swim the backstroke (not helped by her recognizing that is a wholly pointless stroke), has taught Esther to count to ten in French and scored a goal on her footballing debut.

She sometimes struggles to recognise that she isn't her sister's parent, which is hard to grasp and can lead to titanic bouts of jihadi activity with Esther but is sort of passing. And in fact in the last few weeks she seems to have entered some broadly utopian phase of incredibly loveliness which is disconcerting in some small way but rather lovely in many more.

School is still seeming to go well but the social complexity of her life increases with every passing day - her relationships with friends wax and wane and one can see it getting more difficult. I'm already baffled by it all - thankfully Maddy is much more alert to this than I am so probably all will end well. Huzzah

And with that there are 5 left.