It had to happen sometime and, despite potential embarrassment, I think deserves recording for posterity.
Last evening the school held a carnival ball and from what I can gather, the kids have grown up somewhat and the almost 11 year olds have discovered the excitement of smoochy dances. I’m not sure how many were at it because I, apparently, do not qualify for too many details. Details are on a need to know basis and the only people who need to know are Zosia and mum. I got some of it but only after it had been cleared with MI6.
It was a common story I think. Boys are busy fighting each other, girls think it’s time for a dance and grab a boy, both are shy, boys more so, dance lasts one minute at arms length. But it’s a start.
Congratulations to Zosia’s chosen boy, Frankie. I’ve got my eye on you! ;-)