It's not what you know......

“I’m phoning to see whether you have any places in your nursery”
“How old is your child?”
“Nineteen months”
“No, sorry. You can ring us back when she’s two”
“She acts like two, really. She counts and says her colours and speaks in sentences”
“We’ve got a long waiting list”
“My next door neighbour sends her little girl to you. She says you are wonderful”
“What’s her name?”
“Niamh Dawson”
“Oh yes, Niamh. What days are you looking for specifically?”
“I’m flexible. Any two days but especially Monday and Tuesday”
“What a pity, I just offered those exact days to another family on the waiting list”
“Have they accepted them?”
“They’ll let me know tomorrow, but they probably will”
“Ok, what if they don’t?”
“You would be jumping a long waiting list”
“That would be very naughty”
“You wouldn’t have to tell anybody”
“I don’t know anybody. Who would I tell?”
“Ring me back tomorrow after lunchtime”

God was shining on us today. The other couple turned the place down. We visit Niamh’s nursery tomorrow and her mum has suggested we might share the journeys, which means Niamh and Ella can have tea parties after school. Could this be exactly what we are looking for?