La rentree (the return to school)

I still have E home with me for the morning because school doesn't start until the afternoon, but she’s in and out with her Dad getting last minute school supplies. Yesterday I had to cover all her text books (we’re talking about a seven-year-old, remember) in plastic. Not sticky contact, as in loose plastic and sticky tape. Contact as I know it is apparently a French rarity. Who the hell knows how they missed out on that? I had been worried about my covering job not being up to scratch for E’s exclusive private school (the school of French celebrities). And then, genius!, E popped up with a pair of tiny scissors wanting to help me. Well, I wasn’t going to turn that offer down. So, together, we cut and she, to the very best of her seven-year-old abilities, sticky-taped away. Bless.