She'd just shooed away one particularly stubborn horse when she stopped dead and stared.
"Hi Mom!"
Sauntering up the terrace over 2 hours late, she spotted Susan.
Because she had to go into work an hour earlier, that meant that Brosie had to deal with getting the girls to school on time. And obviously, he'd failed in this task .... miserably.
"And what time do you call this?" Ginny said as Susan walked into the school foyer.
Susan either didn't hear her, or she didn't want to face the wrath of her mother.
Shortly afterwards, who should arrive, none other than Violet.
"It was Sue's fault!" she pouted, before rushing into the school, "her and her stupid Imaginary Friend! So sick of it getting in the way!"
Ginny was speechless.
This was why she was unhappy with her career - or lack thereof. With working along side impressionable youngsters, she HAD to be a prime example for them all to follow. With her younger daughters, she was finding this rather tricky to maintain.
With the prospects of Brosie's career being on shaky ground, now would NOT be a good time to quit. But deep inside, Ginny realised that this wasn't what she wanted.
Maybe she could take up a part time job instead?
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