So picked her up and it was all pretty fast so I had no time for hysterical tears but I couldn't speak to anyone other then to say thank you or I would have blubbed. I managed a hug though.
Was misty eyed rather.
Either way she came home wolfed her gingerbread man, downed her milk thanked me for the books and is playing with the balloon.
Despite the weather she has ditched her clothes in favour of a vest which is not unusual.
She is completely fine.
I am exhausted!