"Sugar and spice and all things nice". That's what the Nursery Rhyme says that little girls are made of. There's another that says:

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good she was very very good
But when she was bad she was horrid

That just about sums my daughter up - except that she's now an adult. She can be the funniest sweetest person you could wish to meet or she can say the most hurtful horrid things particularly to the ones who love her.

She is having a bad time just now and tomorrow she is coming to stay with me. I am excited and scared about the visit. I have just spoken to her and she is happy and excited about coming to stay.

I shall keep a daily journal of the visit which will no doubt have its highs and lows. Before I start the journal I need to write some background stuff but cannot get my head around it just now.