With the pressures of teaching in an academy reaching new heights and with all kinds of deadlines looming before the christmas break, I am always happy to get updates from Cheryl during my day so that I know my family is doing fine.
These text messages and images get me through the day, particularly when I am missing them both so much.
Friday came. The last day of term. My phone goes off in my pocket and I smile when I see it's from Cheryl. "What's this?" I say to myself, smile still beaming. "A picture, too?"
I open the message. It said simply "Good morning" with the following picture attached.
We were thinking of putting this on our christmas cards with the words: "Hope your christmas isn't shit."
Watch out, Hallmark.
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