I'm not sure where five years has gone, but suddenly our baby girl is dressed in a uniform and off to her first day of school.
Buying her uniform last week was interesting. When the shop assistant showed us the tunic for Elmgrove, Grace took one look at it and politely told her that she wanted a pink one. Personally it wasn't the colour that bothered me. I was too busy looking at the zillion pleats I will be ironing each week for the next five years. That and the price. Obviously I should be sewing uniforms for a living.
