Romy walked down the corridor to post her letter to Father Christmas in the special post box. I had been encouraging her to write her Christmas letter for weeks but she had been too poorly to have the energy. On one occasion she had the energy to look through an Argos catalogue and circle some toys, but the baby toys appeared first and she spent the whole time circling things that Zephyr might want. By the time she got to the ‘big girl toys’ she was too tired to continue and her own Christmas list had to wait another few days.
-Helen
