Secret Hopes

From the back of the car this morning Claire said, "We'll see how the day goes."
"Hmm? What's that Claire?," I mumbled back.
"We'll just see how the day goes.......maybe Grandma will pick me up from nursery".

Since John got a breadmaker and a garden bench for his birthday I've got new secret hopes. This morning one came true, which was to be woken by the smell of a warm freshly baked loaf. But the other one, of nibbling on my morning toast while sitting on the bench in the morning sun, has yet to occur.