It's February 21, Lola's birthday and the last day of half-term. It's three weeks and one day since the op.
I survive a visit from three of my kids and four of the grand kids. Everybody plays the piano. Maya slightly misses the point. [Not all pics from same day].
We are Walt and Stella, Daisy and Lola, and Georgia and Jordan and Maya.
In the evening Rick gives me a lift down to take part in the vigil outside Royal Park School, before the cultural vandals get their bulldozers out. And Amit drives me back.
Here were former staff, governors, students, local residents and building users, some who occupied it. We all campaigned to keep this beautiful stately building in the heart of its community and we will never understand or forgive the Council who voted its life away.