The importance of 31 December is well documented, but no one ever talks about the angst of 22 July. Or 23, or 25, depending on where you live. But while the date may vary, the bittersweet feelings are surely universal. The end of the school year is an oddly profound moment.
This one’s hitting different in our house too, as our son is about to finish primary school. It’s poignant and nostalgic – wasn’t he just a baby yesterday? There is, however, one part of his cosy little school that I won’t miss.
