Jeremy, my playground admirer, has been a little less attentive for the remainder of the week. The other boys have finally let him play their games and so he has been mucking around with footballs and playing tennis with boys his own age, with not so much as a vague look in my direction. I was starting to feel quite rejected.
Until, that is, last night when from the top of the climbing frame he shouted out to me to watch him as he made what is known as the "ten foot jump" off the top of the climbing frame. He did it, was unhurt, I clapped, and he seemed pleased.
If only relationships were always so easy.
Analogies of a sort
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