I worked today. Both of The Parents have excessive amounts of work on at the moment; and I need the money, so it's fine. Oddly enough, one of the best days I've had with the kids. H and I finally seem to be bonding and there was an extremely giggly game with a coat.
Waiting for the bus back directly opposite Parc Leopold, I watched volley after volley of excitable parakeets swooping low and then parking all in the same tree like they were having a party. The noise was incredible. And it was oddly comforting because the last time I saw such a thing was in Regent's Park, back in the old country. It's not homesickness, exactly. I'm just mawking a bit.
People are not replaceable. They really are not. And the familiar sight of bright green birds flocking lifts that empty bit of my heart a little.