We went to see the paed on Monday.
I wanted to take a photo of his face when I told him about Ivy.
Dave thought it would be bad form.
So, Monday; I think we both breathed a sigh of relief. The paed and I.
I think, for the second time in our history, I actually caught a glimpse, an insight, that he really does care about her.
My Ivy – girl.
She was unwell and he was gentle, so gentle with her. She rallied to his kindness.
It would be so easy to form a crush, right about now… her, not me, ok, me too.
We’re both suckers for nice, what can I say? (Remember this the next time I am bitching about him, won’t you, remind me often).
I think we finally have an understanding.
I think we might be on the same page.
At last.
