Two weeks ago a fair few childhood dreams came true, when we were invited to the Sylvanian Families 30th Birthday picnic at Wallington Hall in Northumberland.

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So I’ve lost count of which week we’re on, and the house is beyond a tip, but we’ve made it this far without too many tears (mine mostly).

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L breaks up this afternoon, marking the end of her time in early year’s / foundation class. Although it’s two years ago in September, I remember clearly the day I dropped her off at nursery, a tiny three year old decked out from head to toe in school uniform. I could have burst with pride at L’s excitement, holding hands tightly as we walked along the path. Beginning a whole new adventure of her very own, and signalling a distinctly symbolic day for both of us. View Full Post