Had T this morning. It went well, but was horribly painful at times. Now all I would wish for is for him to like me, and I know that's an unreasonable wish. I remembered to ask about T's summer holiday (some of you may remember me whining all through last summer) and it turns out that he's only taking seven or eight weeks off this summer, which is great news for me. It's still going to feel like an age, but I'll manage.