Post massage is bad. My body hurts all over like people just threw stones at my back and legs and all. The kid came to hug me from behind then trying to climb up for a piggy ride, it almost killed me. I was trying hard not to look so much an idiot shouting, "Stop stop stop pain pain pain ouch ouch ouch" at the very very very small sized kid, slightly over the height of my knee.
Kids got chocolates from teachers and their friends, teachers got Ferrero Rocher from the principal. And I got a bedtime nursery and rhymes book during that exchange. Sofie was happy to get the girlie toy.
This is a weird Valentines Day. But at least I had something special on today, better than nothing. *wink*
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