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Today was all kinds of family things. Everything from Open Day at a school through to little children playing round the afternoon tea table. Family and friends, and I only did about an hour's work amidst it all. Something taut within me has finally unwound and I feel holidayish. I have even refused to rewrite the handwritten bits on my map. Mum says they are illegible and need rewriting. I just pointed out that the illegibility was already my very best handwriting and that doing it again was not going to improve matters. I think she wants to send me back to Primary School: I could see the teacher in her yearning for that and for the brilliant teaching tool she sees embedded underneath my indescribable writing.