Neve accepted with great patience that she would have to wait until she was seven before she could spend the day with Dad at the office. That’s the age Lola was when she came.
Having acheived that grand age, her patience dwindled and she has been a relentless nag. Fair enough.
Finally, her great day came — on the hottest day of the year so far with temperatures over 30 in London. Walked to the station, trained to KingsX. Stopped to pick up some goodies for the magic table — owed for my birthday — at the station. Then to the office, where she got her own name badge printed (and later reprinted, after she noticed they’d wrongly spelt her name as “Nave”).
Chris was working from home, so Neve sat at his desk, doing her puzzles, a bit of reading, a bit of writing on the walls… I got on with work. We went to the cafe for elevenses, and then out to Balfour for lunch where Neve chose the lasagne – just the job for such a hot day. She did mention, in fact, how it warmed up her insides!
Off then to find a magazine for her to look at and play with that afternoon before heading back to the office for a couple of hours. Neve had a bit less patience for those two hours — letting her play games on my desktop helped a bit. Quite a contrast to when Lola came — she was so bound up in her Harry Potter book, she barely noticed the office!