She really has gone now, of course our day was a normal one of complete manic 3 figure speed runs up the M4 to be there on time whilst dropping young people off all over the place.
Not to mention picking up that blast from the past Victoria, one of our previous placements who has her life back on track. She insisted on being at the funeral, being back in our family after too long outside it.
A lot of last times, last time in the yacht club, last link to the town where she was born severed for the student.
To provide a complete contrast the afternoon was a social work crisis meeting for little D, someone seemed to have woken up, lots of the right people were there. Decisions got made, shame it's so late, possibly too late, who knows?