Anyway the day went well. Well half a day to be precise. The little ones will be settled in slowly with hours increasing gradually over the next four weeks. He trotted happily into school. No tears...except from my daughter who can't quite believe that her baby has grown into a schoolboy. And tears from Jimi all the way home after dropping Billy off, crying "I want my Billy". Bless him.
And another first step today. Mr A on his way to becoming a farmer, when he finally gets out of tourism at the end of this month. He traded in his car for a truck. He wouldn't have done this if he hadn't made the big decision...so I'm happy!
The temporary job which he hoped would happen for the winter months, didn't materialise, but he has plans to go around the villages selling things, like he has before. Mesir Macunu, fish, and anything else he can obtain which will make a profit.
We're never going to be rich, but we will survive, and at least I will get my husband back at long last.